Part 15 (1/2)
”Is something wrong?” he demanded.
Up went Tinker Bell's chin. ”Nope. I'm fine.”
She wasn't fine. He set Synda on her feet and pushed her forward. ”I'm taking you to your room, Princess. And I'm leaving you there. Alone.”
She twisted to face him, flames of red erupting in her eyes. ”You're rejecting me?”
”For now,” he said.
”Oh!” She beat at his chest. ”Fetch me a robe, then. This instant!”
And take his eyes off Tinker Bell? No. She would run.
Kane whipped off his s.h.i.+rt and tugged the material over the girl's head. ”There. You're covered. Let's go.”
The red disappeared as Synda gaped at him, practically drooling. ”So. Many. Muscles.” She reached, intending to brush her fingertips over the ropes in his stomach, but he stepped backward, avoiding any further contact.
Tinker Bell peered down at the floor, refusing to look at him.
”Your room, Princess,” he prompted.
Synda turned with a flourish, ignoring Tinker Bell, and marched away. ”Come on. This way.”
He followed, dragging Tinker Bell with him. ”You're not leaving my sight until I know why you came to see me.”
”It doesn't matter why. I've changed my mind,” she snipped.
”Well, change it back.”
She hmphed. ”Make me”
Dangerous words. He could already think of several ways to do it.
Synda led them to the top floor of the palace, to a suite of rooms with more riches than a sultan's treasury. Antique furniture, diamond vases, marble, onyx, every portrait framed in gold, Persian rugs, a table made only of rubies and a ma.s.sive bed capable of sleeping twelve.
The princess stripped out of the s.h.i.+rt as she strolled to her bathroom. ”Bath time,” she called, stopping to look over her shoulder at Kane. ”There's still time to join me.”
”No, thanks.”
The flickers of red returned to her eyes. ”I'll make sure you enjoy yourself.”
Doubtful. ”Why don't you save it for the wedding night instead?” Kane stared down at Tinker Bell, who still wouldn't meet his gaze yet somehow managed to radiate animosity. ”Where's your room? We'll talk there.”
Pale, she muttered, ”I'm not taking you to my room.”
”I'll find it with or without your help. It'll just be better for you if that happens sooner rather than later.”
Her eyes narrowed as she huffed out a breath. ”Fine. This way,” and tugged him out of the suite.
Synda called out. He didn't hear what she said, and didn't care.
Tinker Bell ushered him down several flights of stairs, into a darker, dank area of the palace. The servants' quarters, he would bet, and the knowledge angered him. How could the daughter of a king be treated so shabbily?
She stopped in front of an open door, and he peeked inside. Through the darkness, he could see cot after cot, sleeping body after sleeping body, but that was all. There were no luxuries of any kind.
”You're not staying in there,” he gritted out.
”Uh, yes, I am.”
And know she was uncomfortable while he slept on something as soft as clouds? Never. But he wasn't going to take the time to argue with her. Once again, he hefted a woman over his shoulder. Unlike the princess, Tinker Bell protested, beating her fists against his back, pounding her knees into his stomach.
”Is that the best you've got? If so, you don't deserve the name Tinker Bell. It's too masculine for you. From now on, all you're getting is Tink.”
”Tink! I'm no Tink! I'm more ferocious than a wild animal!”
”A newborn kitten, maybe.”
”Argh!” She bit him on the b.u.t.t.
For just a moment, the action dropped him straight into h.e.l.l, and he tripped over his own feet. He caught himself before he hit the ground, and as he fought for breath, he managed to straighten. You're with Tinker Bell. Your Fae. You're safe.
”Scratch that,” he said, picking up their conversation as if it had never lapsed, hoping she wouldn't notice the change in his tone. From teasing to tense. ”You're as gentle as a little puppy. I'll call you Yappydoodle.”
”You...you...slime! I'll call you Jackhole! Because that's what you are!”
Jackhole?
He barked out a laugh and then blinked in surprise. How did she always pull him from the brink of despair so quickly? ”Now, now. No reason to dirty your tongue with name-calling. I'll just have to wash your mouth out with-”
My tongue, he silently finished. He was flirting with her, acting as if he was normal. As if he could do normal things.
”Forget it,” he muttered.
She remained quiet, and he remained in this sudden foul mood.
When he came to his chamber, he wasn't surprised to find the guards were still at their posts.
”Nice to see you again, Lord Kane.”
”Can I get you anything? It would be my pleasure.”
Without a word, he shoved past them and shut the door. Then, he tossed Tink on the mattress. She bounced up and down, and when she stopped, glared over at him.
Leave her! Disaster commanded.
One by one, he discarded the weapons he'd stolen from the king. As the floor cracked beneath his feet, he made sure the blades were within quick reach of the bed.
”What are you doing?” Tink gasped out.
”Getting ready for sleepy night-night time. You should try it.” He was too stressed and tired to find her a room of her own. At least, that's what he told himself. He wouldn't consider his inability to part with the girl.