He shrugged, looking away, and that was the moment I realized that Cair was sulking. The big, two-hundred-year-old Fae prince was in a strop because he’d been interrupted during sex, and I had a hard time not finding it adorable.

Pushing off the sink with a grin, I sidled up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and trying to garner his attention. “We can fuck for days when we get back to the human realm,” I said. “It’ll be better that way. No interruptions, and we can go for as long as we need to.”

I knew his blood would be boiling in his veins, desperate to finally reconnect with me again after everything that had happened. However, I also knew he wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of me bonding with Zadok or learning magic after the effort it had taken to get here—and my complaints of boredom for the last week and a half. No matter how much he wanted to throw me over his shoulder and finish what we’d started.

With a deep breath through his nose, he finally glanced down at me and nodded once. “I agree.”

“You could use my mouth later?” I bit my lip suggestively, feigning coyness. “To take the edge off.”

He leaned in, kissing my temple before brushing his lips over my ear. “I’d refrain from baiting me, little one. I could still send you to meet your father with your hole stretched and dripping with my cum. Don’t think I’m holding back for the mere sake of propriety.”

No idea how I managed to leave after that, but I deserved a fucking medal.

* * *

“I have a theory,” Zadok said as we trekked into the middle of an empty field. He seemed excited, so I let him continue. “I think you can open portals.”

My eyes widened, and my feet stopped. “What?”

“Cair mentioned that you found a tome back at the palace with instructions on temporary tears. That tome was mine, by the way,” he said to the empty space beside him, carrying on walking despite my pause. I hurried to catch up. “He said you both used it to travel to and from the human realm, but you thought it was Cair’s Fae blood that allowed their creation. I’m not convinced.”

He shrugged his satchel off his shoulder, laying it on the grass under the single cherry blossom tree at the top of the hill—a detail that stunned me for all of three seconds because I’d expected the same Fae species that surrounded the farmstead, not the human variant, but it was cool all the same. It was beautiful up here, the view and the smattering of wildflowers, but I couldn’t give it the appreciation it deserved as I needed a moment to catch my breath.