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September 19 - September 25, 2021
The fae who had spoken took a step closer, and Lira felt a dark wave of fear wash over her. Her throat grew tight, although she forced herself not to take a step backward. He loomed above her, even taller than Eirik, and his dark, calculating eyes roved leisurely over her. “I'm afraid we haven't finished with the prince yet.” The fae stepped forward again. This time, Lira was forced to step back toward Kit.
“She must like you very much to have risked coming here for you.” His gaze ran over her body again, lingering in areas that made her grow hot, and she tried to wrench her arm back one more time, to no avail.
“Get back to whatever tent you crawled out of,” Fenella said softly. “Or should I ask Prince Davorin to return and escort you? It seemed like he took as much of a shine to you as my betrothed.”
There was something predatory and unflinching in that gaze. Something fae, even if he was a prince. It made her shiver.
Prince Davorin walked slowly, not once looking down at her. But he didn’t remove his hand from her back, either.
Lira longed to move away so she couldn’t feel the heat of his body, his hand pressing into her, but she didn’t dare. She had no doubt that hand would meet her with considerably more force if she tried to run.
“Lira,” Davorin repeated, sounding out the syllables. On his tongue, it sounded like a caress. “And you work for the Carnival of Stars?”
Davorin whirled swiftly. Before Lira could react, his long fingers lifted her hair, his pointed teeth suddenly very close to her neck. Sucking in a breath, Lira jerked away from him, but his hand fisted in her hair so it tugged painfully. “All right!” She stopped struggling, doing her best to glare at him through her curls. “Yes, it’s Lira. I told you that before, didn’t I?” Soft breath tickled her ear. “Just making sure you can hear me beneath these tangles. When was the last time you brushed your hair?” He didn’t let go.
Lira couldn’t resist. “But you’ve been only too keen to show me what manly, dangerous weapons you have,” she purred, giving him a taunting look. “Or is that knife you keep pulling out just for decoration?” A hint of pointed teeth flashed again.
“Come on, Your Highness.” The stallholder interrupted them again, digging an elbow—very bravely, in Lira’s opinion—into Davorin’s arm and winking knowingly. “Why not try to win something for the pretty lady? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you can’t take your eyes off her!” Davorin’s dark eyes widened, his jaw dropping as he looked furiously between Lira and the stallholder. “I haven’t… I didn’t…"
