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It smells absolutely divine—sweet and soft, with a hint of something citrusy.
“Roses are my favorite,” I tell the shifter, and though that is not a lie, the next part is. “I simply wanted to smell them. That’s all.”
His grin grows. “Little, little liar.”
“That is unfair!”
“And those”—he points to the flowers—"are Damask roses.” He leans closer to me, waggling his brows and whispering conspiratorially. “Aphrodisiacs.”
I jerk away from them. The absolute last thing I need is to get turned on by magical faerie roses. Especially after the nugget of information he dropped on me about him sensing my…various states.
“Of course,” I mutter.
“One sniff won’t hurt, but I wouldn’t take another anytime soon if I were you. You might fall in lust with the first thing that walks by.” He winks. “I don’t need you getting rowdy during training.”
My cheeks flame, and I fear my face is as pink as the roses.
I nod. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Only the Damask ones, though—the hot pink ones. The others are harmless.”
I glance beyond the aphrodisiac roses, to the red, yellow, and purple ones beyond.
My eyes widen in awe. From my window, I thought the gardens were filled with a variety of colorful flowers. Up close, I realize this section—down below my window, near the training yard—are all roses.
In almost every color imaginable.
“They’re lovely,” I whisper breathlessly. “I had no idea roses came in so many colors.”
He chuckles, and his shoulders shake. “Hopefully you didn’t take too big of an inhale. If you did, try to keep your pants on during training, all right? I know my muscles are big and enticing, but you’re not my type, little human.”
“You rascal,” I hiss as he chuckles.“I am not taking my pants off.” I straighten my back and cross my arms. “And you are not my type either!”
“Good to know,” a melodic voice says, sending a bolt of lightning through my spine.
My eyes flick up to Rainer, who’s standing above us. One brow arches as he peers down at where we crouch behind the bushes.
I shoot to my feet, as Ken straightens out beside me. He laughs heartily.
“This isn’t funny,” I say to him before turning to Rainer, my body rigid.
Rainer’s lips twitch. In his all black leather armor, and matching matte-black sword sheathed at his back, he looks like a deadlier, shadowy version of Ken. Albeit slightly younger and paler. But no less lethal. My pulse increases as I observe the sharp curve of his features… His full lips.
Lips that would feel so—
“Stay away from my roses,” Rainer says flatly. “All of them.”
“But I—”
He spins on his heels before I can get my reply out.
I turn to Ken, frowning. “He’s still mad about what I did?”
The flowers are all so beautiful, and the fit I threw was incredibly petty, ruining the flowers to get to the prince. I’m glad they appear unharmed. Shame burns brightly in me.
“Rai is very… particular about his flowers.” He sniffs the air, then his coy eyes lock onto mine. “Grumpy, tortured princes are your type, huh?” He gives me a toothy grin. “It seems our little human finds the prince alluring.”
“Gross.” I frown.
