Thirty-five:
Princess Sirena
“Where are we going exactly?” I asked Daxon as we got into his car.
“Where have you been?” Daxon said.
“My bedroom,” I said, “and the hunting lodge.”
Daxon glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, raising an eyebrow at me. “Zale took you to the hunting lodge?”
“He wanted us to have some alone time together.” It wasn’t a complete lie. But I didn’t feel comfortable telling Daxon that Zale had showed me the graves of his dead siblings. It was complicated, what was happening between me and Zale. But I owed him that much not to tell the secrets he had given to me.
Daxon chuckled. “Well, isn’t that sweet. Let me guess. He’s a bad f**k?”
She blushed. “No. We didn’t do…. well, we didn’t do that.”
Daxon raised an eyebr
