The Goblets Immortal by Beth Overmyer

Author:Beth Overmyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flame Tree Publishing
Published: 2019-12-16T15:00:12+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“You can have it,” Slaíne insisted. The two of them were standing as far from the other as possible, pretending there was nothing to feel awkward about. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Aidan shook his head. “What sort of man would that make me?”

Slaíne laughed, a jarring sound. “Human.” She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “You’re serious?”

“When am I not?”

“When you’re being caustic.”

Aidan drew breath to argue, but then released it with a great huff. This situation ought not be. But it was. Every other room in the inn was occupied, and the seer had long since locked herself inside her own accommodations, ignoring Aidan’s periodic banging on her door. This shouldn’t have been a problem…wouldn’t have been a problem, if he hadn’t been such a thirsty idiot. He could not recall the incident in the nymph’s camp without a shudder and prickly stab of shame in his chest. “You are not sleeping on the floor.”

“Ne’er slept on no bed anyways.”

“All the more reason why you should take it. I will hear nothing more on the matter.”

Slaíne scowled at him. “Did it ever occur to you—”

“Hush.”

“That I don’t want—”

“Not another word.”

Slaíne stomped her foot. “This is stupid. I’m allowed to talk.”

Aidan gritted his teeth. “I never said you couldn’t talk. Talk, talk all ruddy night, if you please.”

Her face grew red and her eyes sparkled with rage. “You sayin’ I talk too much?”

He groaned. “Women!”

“What about us?”

The tension from the past few weeks caught up with him in that moment, making him fatigued and lightheaded. Her Pull, ever a nuisance and frustration, did not help. The closer Slaíne came, the more he felt like either violently kissing or strangling her.

“What about us?” Slaíne continued to come at him, her face flushed, her eyes full of madness.

Maybe she felt the friction as well. Or maybe she was completely deranged and had no idea how close Aidan was to performing violence.

“Girl,” he warned, standing his ground, “I wouldn’t push me if I were you.”

She threw up her hands and spun around to face the wall. In her haste to turn away from him, her shirt dipped down over her shoulder, the one where she’d been whipped that night by the elves. It had healed over nicely. Her skin was smooth and shiny in that spot…. No, not just that spot. All over, her skin glowed with an impossibly attractive sheen of sweat. She was filthy. He was filthy. And yet….

Aidan shuddered and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm. He needed to cool them both down and fast, before any lines were crossed and he made an even bigger fool of himself. “Slaíne.” His voice broke on her name, so he tried again. “I’m going to try the wretched woman again, see if I can’t persuade her.”

He opened his eyes, and found that the girl had turned around to look at him, her expression curious but still guarded. “I’ll just go then.” Aidan wasn’t moving, but she was. Turn and leave, you idiot.

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