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“We have to tell Cáel. He’s going to lose it.” I winced. Cáel wasn’t altogether stable. He’d been too broken for that. And I wasn’t sure what a mate bond would do to him. He might gut every man that looked at Hayden. What a hell of a mess that would be to clean up.
“Cáel doesn’t usually touch…anyone,” Knox explained. “He can’t handle the contact.”
“Càit a bheil a' bhana-phrionnsa?”-"Where is the princess?"
“Drágon adhair,”-"Dragon of worship,"
I chuckled at his grumpiness. “You’re giving Mr. Grumpy Cat a run for his money.” His spine snapped straight. “Huh?” “Easton. He’s always scowling and hissing. So, I call him Mr. Grumpy Cat in my head.” Cáel’s lips twitched. “He know that?” “Not unless Knox told him.” “I really want to be around when he finds out.” I choked on a laugh. “If he doesn’t want insulting nicknames, he shouldn’t be a jerk.”
“Nothing can happen to you, Little One.” Those words curled around me, comforting somehow. I hugged Cáel back, sensing he needed it. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” “No,” he growled. “It’s not. Because I won’t let it.”
His eyes narrowed on me. So, I did the only thing a mature person would do. I flipped him off.
Mo Ghràidh.- my love
bana-phrionnsa-Princess
