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"I didn't think you would return," Saskia changed the subject.
"I didn't either," I tried to laugh, but it was weak.
"They're stubborn, it takes them forever to realize, acknowledge and accept when they meet their querillies," Thalia's fingers pressed into my shoulder for reassurance I assumed, even though I didn't need any. I didn't care what Myles… wait! What?
"What do you mean?"
The three women looked at each other and giggled. "The way he watches you, the way he doesn't want to be parted from you. It's obvious," Saskia explained.
"You think he thinks I'm his querilly?" I snorted, but my heart did make a quick leap in my chest.
"He's probably only sensing it at this point," Saskia theorized.
"Has he been moody, switching from hostile to sweet?" Thalia wanted to know.
"Has he been showering you with gifts?" Saskia added to the questions.
"Have you to had sex yet?" Kyra was blunter than the others.
"Kyra!" Thalia and Saskia cried out, giggling while trying to look horrified.
I coughed, completely taken off balance by her question.
"What? Duncayn and I started pretty much right away, still it took him a little before he declared himself." Kyra shrugged. "How was it for you guys?" She looked from Thalia to Saskia.
"Well, we married because Darryck wanted to protect me, so we had to… we…" Thalia's face turned red and she drifted off, unconsciously caressing her well rounded stomach with her hands.
"Same," Saskia agreed. "Our marriage was more of a business deal though."
"Hmm, so they don't figure it out merely because of the act," Kyra concluded, tapping her teeth thoughtfully while Kyra, Saskia and I stared at each other.
"What are you trying to figure out?" Thalia asked.
"When and how they realize that we are their querillies," Kyra said in a duh tone.
"Let me make this easy," I said, shaking my head, not in the mood to discuss their sexlife or the lack of mine with the three vissies. They might have been friends for a while now, but I barely knew them.
I never had a girlie-girlfriend, someone to pour my heart out to. I never had a crush either that needed to be analyzed and debated, I admitted. Conrad and I… our relationship had just developed over time.
My only confidante in my life was Nathan and I would have never in a million rotations debated my feelings for someone else with him.
My life had been focused on keeping Horn floating for as long as I could remember. A satisfying, simple life, with a simple routine, which had been destroyed by Myles.
Never had my emotions been in such a turmoil or uproar like they had been during this past week. And I was sick of it. My eyes searched for the object of our discussion and I found him standing with two other vissigroths deep in discussion. Determined I moved toward him, before I lost my nerve, pulling on his cape I hissed, "A word?"
"If you will excuse me," Myles apologized to the others and allowed himself to be pulled by me into an alcove where we were out of earshot and sight from the others.
"I'm not your querilly," I stated, to make that perfectly clear. "Nor do I want to be."
"I never said you were," Myles's eyes narrowed.
"Good, then we are in agreement," I nodded, smiling.
"Ah, we are," he said but his tone suggested his words to be more of a question than a statement.
I ignored that. "If this is why you're keeping me here, then I want you to know, that I'm not going to grace your bed like all the others, so you can send me back to Horn."
My heart hammered inside my chest. I dreaded his answer either way. Part of me didn't want to leave, but another part wanted this living in limbo over with. One way or another.
