No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I'm supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen of the faery realm, isn't a faery at all."
"She isn't?" I said. "Then who is she?"
"You," he said.
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?'
'Stop talking like you’re two hundred years old. You’re sixteen, just like me.
Good. I wouldn't want you to fall madly in love with me. That would make things very complicated when it comes to your beloved Shadow, wouldn't it? Who'd win the battle for your heart then? The servant or the king?
Michelle RowenI really hate you sometimes."
"There's a fine line between love and hate."
I glared at him. "Dream on.
I don't think he can hurt. Wizards and witches go hand in hand, after all. Didn't you read Harry Potter?"
Eden stared at him. "Well, yeah."
"I didn't read the books," he continued. "But I did get to see the movies. A previous host was a fan. He even wore dress robes and pretended he'd been sorted into a house. Hufflepuff, if you can believe it. Who liked Hufflepuff best? I mean, seriously.
Come on, Eden, don't be naive. Demonic children are a dime a dozen in Netherworld. Need I mention Children of the Corn? Damien? Justine Bieber?
Michelle RowenIs your future faery bride too ugly for you?”
Rhys leaned back against the head rest and studied the seat
back in front of him. “That’s not it.”
“Too old or too young?”
“No.”
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. This was why he was upset. He
hadn’t landed the perfect bride-to-be. “Her pretty faery wings
aren’t the right shade of sparkly lavender and pink?”
His eyes flashed with anger. “Actually, she doesn’t have faery
wings.”
“She doesn’t?”
“No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I’m
supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen
of the faery realm, isn’t a faery at all.”
Okay, that was surprising. Not a faery?
“She isn’t?” I said. “Then who is she?”
His expression was severe as he turned to look me right in the
eye.
“You,” he said
Tags: humor
I stared blankly at Rhys for what felt like about three days.
“Me?” I finally sputtered.
He nodded.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Not kidding.”
I laughed then, and it sounded slightly hysterical. “I’m not
going to marry you.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Good.”
He eyed me. “And you can wipe that horrified look off your
face because it’s obviously not true.”
“Do I look horrified?”
“Yes, you do.”
I grimaced. “Nothing personal, Rhys, but—”
He held up a hand. “Say nothing else. I shouldn’t have even
mentioned it to you. I’ll find another dragon to help me.”
“Second opinions are really important,” I said.
He just glowered at that.
We rode the rest of the way back to Erin Heights in silence.
Now I had even more information crowding my already full brain.
Maybe that Irena chick should go see a shrink, herself. She was
one crazy dragon lady.
Tags: humor
There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-"
"Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?"
"Watch your mouth.
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