That was another thing that took getting used to: the animals can talk. Absently, I wonder if the princes’ wolf forms can too. “It seemed like the Prince of Thorns showed up just to taunt him.”
Marigold shakes her head. “I wouldn’t doubt it. Quite a nasty history those two have.”
“What kind of history?” I narrow my gaze. There had been venom when Kel spoke to Caspian.
“Now’s not the time. I like to gossip as much as the next, but there are some things even I won’t be caught muttering about.”
I almost want to prod but a delicious smell hits me, and Marigold reaches her paws up to take the lid off the tray. The roasted squash and fluffy bread from dinner.
“The master was quite adamant you be fed,” Marigold explains. “Said you didn’t eat any supper.”
Of course he noticed that. But my stomach growls staring at the food.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Marigold exits, her striped tail sashaying behind her.
I look down at my dinner plate. Why am I suddenly feeling guilty for not eating with Kel earlier? Is it because I was the only one to show up? He’s my captor. I shouldn’t feel bad about anything.
“Arg!” I let out a frustrated growl, then slam the lid back on the tray. I grab a book from my bedside table, put on my fluffiest robe and coziest slippers, then pick up my stupid dinner before I leave my perfect temperature room in the Spring Wing.
“Can’t miss the Winter Wing,” I mutter as I walk. “Just follow the coldest breeze and most hazardous hallway.”
One arm flies out to the side as I slip on the ice, while the other clutches my dinner tray against my stomach. I know which door leads to Kel’s chambers because when Astrid gave me the tour, she told me to never go there under any circumstances.
I’m not afraid. If Keldarion told Marigold to feed me, then he must have regained control of his beast. What had set him off? Was it Caspian’s appearance or something else?
I pause at the door, and before I lose my nerve, give it three hard knocks. “It’s me. I came—” Before I can even finish, the door creaks open, as if with a will of its own.
There’s no one behind it, and a bitter breeze whips at me through the crack. No worries about my dinner being too hot, at least.
It’s freezing inside, and a thin layer of snow carpets the floor. Light snowflakes fall from the ceiling.
“I came to uphold my deal. Dinner with you. Remember?” I lift my tray.
The room is an absolute disaster. The bed barely stands; threadbare blankets drape over the edge and pool on the ground. The ratty couch is covered in snow, its cushions sagging in the middle and its legs crusted with ice. The only light in the room comes from a strip of moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting eerily still shadows on the walls. Menacing thorns protrude from every corner of the room, their long spindly branches reaching out and grasping at the frosty air.I’ve never seen so many in one place.
I swallow in a dry throat.Is he even here?
Then, I spot movement in a dark corner, a shuffle of snow, and I’m staring face-to-face with two glowing blue eyes. The rest of the beast is hidden by shadows, but the moonlight shines off those icy spikes that protrude from his massive body.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the wolf rumbles and I gasp. So, he can speak. His voice is deeper and louder than in his human form, like the cracking of a glacier.
I force my face to remain expressionless, completely nonjudgmental of his messy room and terrifying form. “I’m here because I won’t be able to stand you berating me tomorrow for not following through on my end of the deal.”
Can he hear the lie in my words?There’s a small table beside the couch, and I root through the drawer before I find an old match. I spark it to life against the table and light a half-burned candle stick. A soft, warm glow cascades through the room, and I push a pile of snow from the couch and settle down.
My food is still hot, and we’re both silent as I eat. But I can’t stand the quiet. “I accidentally walked into a rather awkward situation today with Dayton and Farron.” I put down my fork and look across at Keldarion. “Is that what you meant by Farron being his own worst enemy?”
The wolf’s grumble is my only answer, so I’m left to fill in my own blanks. Farron seems adamant about breaking the curse, but could there be a part of him that hesitates because of his own feelings for Dayton? I finish the rest of my food, mulling it over. “Honestly, I’m kind of glad humans don’t have mates. How awkward would it be if you found your mate and hated them? Or you were already in love with someone else?”
“Mates are incredibly rare,” Keldarion rumbles from the corner.
“Probably for good reason. It doesn’t seem fair, to have no say who you fall in love with.” I wonder if that’s what Farron feels. If that’s what the engaged fae princess in the book felt after she met her carpenter mate. Or had finding him been the best moment of her life? I realize Keldarion has been silent, and I feel a little guilty. “Don’t listen to me. You’ll love your mate. She’ll break your curse. I’m sure this is me being a naïve human, as usual.”
A growl passes through the wolf, and he stands, snow falling off him in heaps. For a moment, I almost think he’s going to come to me. But he circles like a cat getting comfortable and lies down again.
Lies down facing away from me.
“Someone’s grumpy tonight,” I mutter as I put my plate on the floor. Should I leave? I’ve fulfilled my duty of eating dinner. My gut twists. I know on the days when I’m lost in the darkest parts of my mind, there’s always one thing that can pull me out.