Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Not really. He’s quite intelligent and has picked up a lot of useful things on his own,” Nylian stated. “He is very good at getting himself into trouble, though.”
I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. Screw him. As if I were the only one who was good at finding trouble. He’d stumbled into more than his fair share along the road.
And why the hell didn’t he have a harem of lovers yet? That made no sense. The man was sexy, funny, and smart. If I’d been writing this book, we would have been past the halfway mark. He should have had a lover or two by now. Where was the sex?
If I didn’t know better, I’d say Nylian was fucking up my story on purpose just to be an asshole.
Holding in a sigh, I turned my gaze away from my annoying companion and glanced around the room, letting my mind wander away from the people who were busy complimenting Nylian and inspecting his merchandise. That was when I saw them. The ones who would break the stalemate.
With a small clearing of my throat, I leaned forward and whispered into Nylian’s ear. “Would you like me to fetch you a refreshment?”
Nylian turned toward me, one eyebrow lifted in question. I smiled, hoping to appear a little pathetic. Even if he didn’t want a drink, I hoped he would believe that I needed a break from all the scrutiny. At the very least, I was being a good, trained pet and seeing to his needs as the others expected.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” Nylian replied.
I didn’t wait another second, slipping out of the crowd and making my way to the far side of the ballroom. Along the way, I tried to make it seem as if I were casually taking in the scenery of beautiful flowers and expensive decorations while keeping my hands locked together behind my back.
A servant swept past me, and I plucked one of the full glasses off his platter, but didn’t drink it. There was no way in hell I was eating or drinking anything at this ball without Nylian approving of it first. Elves were known for playing magical tricks on humans, particularly in the form of food and drinks. I didn’t put it past them to poison me for the fun of it.
“You’re that prince’s pet human, aren’t you?”
My head popped up, and my heart skipped a beat to find that my quarry had come to me. Standing in front of me were identical twins with pale-blond hair and enormous sky-blue eyes. Their features were as delicate as spun glass, and their skin looked as soft as baby rose petals. The only difference between them was that one was wearing a pale-yellow dress, and the other was wearing pink.
They were Fiona and Rowena. The twins who were supposed to fall in love with Nylian and join his harem. And they were my last shot at getting Nylian’s harem plotline on track.
“I am.” I sketched a quick bow to them while holding Nylian’s drink out to the side. “My name is Adam Lockhart, and I belong to Prince Xeran Elrich.”
They giggled in unison, their hands flying up to their lips and their eyes sparkling. “Oh, my! He’s adorable,” one of them announced.
“Adorable? No, he’s positively handsome!” the other cooed. “I didn’t know humans could be so handsome.”
“Well, Prince Xeran takes excellent care of me. He is always concerned about my well-being and is very compassionate,” I replied.
“And articulate!” the one in yellow said. “Amazing!”
“I wonder what else he’s good at.” The one in pink reached out a hand and slid a single finger along the sleeve of my tunic from my shoulder to my wrist, while the one in yellow also took a step closer.
“I bet your master has trained you to be good at all kinds of wonderful things to make him happy,” Yellow purred. Shit, I knew their names, but I didn’t know which one was which.
This was taking a turn I hadn’t expected. I’d thought if I moseyed over and caught their attention, I could lead them over to where Nylian was standing. Once there, they would fall head over heels in love with him at first glance. This was supposed to be easy, dammit!
“Ummm…” I paused and swallowed hard, frantically searching for something to say while they shrank the space between us. “Would…would you like me to introduce you to the prince? I’m sure he would be happy to meet you.”
“No, I’m quite enjoying our private conversation here. Aren’t you, Fiona?” Pink asked. Yes! A name. Yellow was Fiona, which meant Pink had to be Rowena.
“I thought maybe we could make our conversation even more private,” Fiona replied. “Do you think Prince Xeran would loan you to us for a while?”