Authors: Lyla Bardan
“Stop.” He placed a finger over my lips.
The corner of his eyes crinkled. “I am no longer Prince of Sava.”
“What?” I gasped.
“This is the world in which I belong. Modern. Vibrant. Full of possibilities. And you.” He paused, his smile deepening. “Mostly you.”
“Oh, Piran.” My lips trembled. “But what about your parents? Won’t they hate me?”
His eyes widened. “Hate you? If you were Fae, my father would appoint you to his Council. You have reinforced his commitment to human-Fae relations.”
I blinked. “Really?”
Piran laughed. “Did I ever tell you my mother thinks you are pretty?”
“Uh-huh.” I managed to get in a preemptive strike to his shoulder. “I know this one.”
A customer entered the store, and we instinctively stepped apart.
“Together,” I whispered, my head still in a daze.
“Always,” he whispered back.
He walked to the shop’s front door, turned around, and flashed me that wonderfully sexy wry smile of his.
My heart nearly burst.
Whatever direction life was taking us, we’d be taking it together.