Chapter Thirteen
Alastir led me to a room I’d never been in before on the other side of the keep from the banquet hall. I knew Casteel was likely inside, simply given that the doors were guarded. The moment the doors swung open, the musty scent that hit me sparked joy in my heart.
Books.
Rows and rows of books.
I walked forward in a daze, barely aware of Alastir speaking, and completely unaware of anything else but the possibilities awaiting behind the thick and narrow, multicolored spines. I moved forward as if compelled—
An arm snagged me around the waist. I swallowed a squeak of surprise as I was pulled down. For the second time, I found myself in Casteel’s lap.
So focused on the books, I hadn’t even seen him sitting on the settee I’d walked past. I twisted toward him, ignoring the jump in my pulse as heavy, hooded, amber eyes met mine. “Was that necessary?”
“Always,” he replied, his arms loose around me as several men filed out of the room, their gazes trained forward as if they didn’t dare look in my direction.
The door clicked shut, leaving only Kieran behind, sitting in an armchair with his feet propped up on a cedar chest. I started to pull free of Casteel. I didn’t make it very far.
His arms tightened. “How was your talk with Alastir?”
“It was okay,” I said, immediately thinking of the woman Casteel had been engaged to.
Shea. I wanted to ask about her. I wanted to know what’d happened.
I wanted to know why he’d never mentioned her, even though I understood there had been no reason for him to bring her up with me.
We’d once been friends. Or at least I’d believed so.
Though that was also when I’d thought we could be more.
But that was before I learned the truth.
And even though we’d entered into this arrangement, I wasn’t…
well, I wasn’t important to him in the way where he would share secrets.
But is that true ? A voice whispered in the back of my mind.
Casteel had shared with me what had been done to him while he’d been the Ascended’s prisoner.
He hadn’t opened up with Alastir, the father of his once fiancée.
What, if anything, did that mean? Either way, discussing the woman he’d once planned to marry for no other reason but that he loved her felt too…
intimate. Like it was something true lovers would do.
And that was not us.
Alastir would have to pin his hopes on someone else.
“Just okay?” One dark brow rose.
An inexplicable heaviness settled in my chest as I nodded.
“He should be more detailed in his questioning,” Kieran commented. “Should we be worried that Alastir is going to attempt to whisk you off?”
I shot him an arch look. “Why would you think that?”
“Because we both know what kind of man Alastir is,” Casteel said, drawing my attention back to him. “He’s probably worried that you’re being forced into this marriage and likely offered you his aid in escape.”
“You offered me a choice last night. If I didn’t agree to the marriage, you wouldn’t force me. We came to an agreement,” I reminded him. “If I accepted Alastir’s offer, would I be sitting here?”
“I suppose not.” He watched me through half-lowered lashes. “Or, you could be waiting for when I least expect it. Though just so you know, I always expect you to do the unexpected.”
My brows knitted. “You sound paranoid.”
“As if I don’t have a reason?”
“I’m offended that you think I’d go back on my word. I agreed, Your
Highness .” I smiled when I saw his jaw flex. “Alastir did offer his aid. I turned it down.”
A moment passed. “Then I apologize for being paranoid, Princess.”
I snorted. “Sure, you do.”
“Now I’m offended that you doubt my sincerity.”
I rolled my eyes. “I do have questions for you. Ones more important than what Alastir and I discussed.”
“You have questions?” Mock surprise filled Kieran’s tone. “I’m utterly shocked.”
“I’m an open book,” Casteel replied. “What would you like to know?”
An open book? Unlikely. “What plans does your father have?”
Casteel leaned into the cream-hued settee, looking impossibly at ease.
“My father has many plans, Poppy.” His gaze drifted over my face.
In the back of my mind, I realized that he hadn’t once called me Poppy while in front of Alastir.
“But if they include you, those plans will swiftly become nothing but figments of the imagination.”
“It sounded like I was what made your activities fruitful.”
“Don’t worry about my father,” Casteel said, lifting his hand from my hip. He drew his thumb across my lower lip, causing an unwanted flutter in my chest. “He has bigger concerns right now than you.”
My eyes narrowed as I caught his wrist. “Like the lack of land issue?” I pulled his hand away.
His eyes deepened to a warm amber. “I’m sure that is taking up much of his time, but he won’t risk damaging his relationship with me to take any action against you.”
I wanted to believe that. Getting back to Ian depended on me staying alive and in one piece. Being a part of the King’s plan probably wouldn’t bode well for me remaining whole and hearty.
Especially given that the scheme probably included sending me back to the capital of Solis in pieces.
“I think you forgot to tell me something,” I told him.
His brows rose. “I’m going to need more detail than that.”
“Why? Because there’s a lot of things you haven’t told me?”
“A man must have his secrets. Isn’t that part of the allure?”
Struggling for patience, I tried to count to ten. I made it to three. “Your secrets are the exact opposite of alluring. If there was an anti-allure potion, it would be exactly that.”
“Damn,” he murmured, eyes gleaming.
“Are you expected to become King upon your return?” I demanded. “Is that what’s expected of you?”
The amusement faded from his eyes. “One of them. A King and Queen can only rule Atlantia for four hundred years. It’s designed that way so change can occur.
If a child of theirs doesn’t assume the throne, then anyone can come forward and challenge for it.
My parents’ reign has extended beyond the timeframe.
And because they don’t believe Malik will return, they feel it is time for me to take on the role. ”
“Has anyone challenged the throne?”
“As far as I know, no.”
But how would he know since he hadn’t been home in years? “Did you not think it would be a good idea to tell me?”
“Not particularly.”
“Oh, my gods,” I started.
“Mainly because I knew it would freak you out,” he added.
“Like right now,” Kieran murmured.
“No one asked for your two cents,” I snapped, and the wolven chuckled. I turned my glare back on Casteel. “Whether or not it would freak me out, I needed to know that—”
“It changes nothing,” he cut in. “Just because my parents believe it is time for me to take the throne doesn’t mean I have to or will. They cannot force me. My brother is the true heir to the Atlantian throne. Not me. And he will take his seat once I free him.”
Pressing my lips together, I glanced at Kieran to gauge his reaction to what Casteel had said, but he stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable.
I doubted my senses would tell me anything more, but I knew that Casteel fully intended to save his brother.
He didn’t want to be King, even if it was past the time for a new one to be crowned.
With that said, becoming Queen was not something I had to worry about. I started to stand.
Casteel’s arm tightened. “Where are you going? I was so very comfortable with you in my lap.”
“I’m sure you were, but there’s no audience.”
“What about me?” Kieran asked. “I’m still here.”
“You don’t count.”
“Ouch,” he murmured.
“But we’re not in private, Princess. Wasn’t that the deal you made? In public, you wouldn’t fight me?”
My eyes narrowed. “There is no one else in this room. The doors are closed, and the deal we made didn’t include sitting in your lap.”
“I know.” He sucked his plump lower lip between his teeth, exposing the edges of his fangs. “But I really enjoy it.”
Muscles curled low in my stomach, and I really didn’t care for how my body responded to his heated stare, and the glimpse of those fangs.
It answered with a heady flush that I could only hope wasn’t as visible as it felt.
It also called forth a sharp, intense throbbing that settled in an area that made me want to squeeze my legs together.
And I really hated the knowledge that he knew exactly how I responded to him.
I let go of his wrist. “I don’t care if you enjoy it. ”
“Lies,” he murmured, tucking back my hair. “You enjoyed it, too.”
“But do you know what I enjoyed more?” I leaned in, seeing the surprise flare in his eyes that quickly gave way to heat.
That lazy, half-hooded gaze returned. “I have a few ideas.”
“I enjoyed throwing the knife at you and making you bleed,” I said, jerking my head back from his touch. This time when I stood, he didn’t stop me.
Casteel laughed, lowering his hand to the arm of the chair. “That was one of my ideas.”
“You two are more convincing now than you were during the whole time with Alastir,” Kieran commented.
“And if you can’t convince Alastir that you’re so in love with each other that he’s forgotten his decades-long search for his brother, and you have forgiven his plans to ransom you, then there is no way you’ll convince the King. And especially not your mother.”
Unfortunately, Kieran had a point. “Alastir doesn’t believe us. He didn’t say that outright, but I could that tell he has serious doubts. He probably thinks I’m infatuated with you, and you’re just using me.”
A slow grin spread across Casteel’s face, barely halting when he saw the look I gave him. His eyes still glimmered. “We’ll just have to try harder then, won’t we?”
I folded my arms. “How can anyone really believe us when I asked if you were out of your mind just a few nights ago?”
“A lot can happen in a few nights, Poppy. Especially with me.”