Page 5 of Fae Games

“I owe you an apology,” he murmured.

“Why?”

“My behavior toward you was deplorable.”

“Yes, it was.”

Prince Caulden’s lips curved into a smile. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

“Because I’m a half-blood?”

“Some half-bloods are powerful. The one who skulks about the academy grounds.” He tapped his lip with his free hand. “That fellow with a scandalous past who looks like a moth. Puke-something.”

“Pokeweed.” I injected some venom into my voice. “He’s the one who saved me when I fell into that pond.”

Prince Caulden dipped his head. “Sorry. For the pond and disparaging your rescuer. Pokeweed is apparently in full control of his magic, only his appearance is unfortunate.”

“You said he had a scandalous past?”

He shook his head. “It would be distasteful to repeat the rumor given the circumstances.”

I opened my mouth to ask if he didn’t want to talk badly of someone who had helped me or if the rumor was related to Helen’s banishment or the death of Lady Gala’s mother, but Prince Caulden continued.

“I don’t object to your human heritage as you suggested, but Salix and I have been friends since we were small. When she became my fated mate, I was relieved to have a female I liked.”

“But you don’t have romantic feelings for her?” I asked.

Prince Caulden shook his head. “As I said to Rory, she’s like a little sister.”

Silence hung between us like a cloud, as he had left a whole lot unspoken. I longed to ask him what he thought of me. Back in the sphere of ice, he had threatened my life. Surely this warmer approach wasn’t just him wanting me to complete the blow job.

“Your Highness,” I said.

“Call me Caulden.”

A smile tugged at my lips. Days ago, when he had stepped off that carriage and taken the apple boxes, I had never imagined that I would be in his presence again, let alone holding his hand. I certainly would never have predicted that I’d be attending this academy or would ever get to suck his huge cock.

At the memory of that magnificent member, my nipples tightened. There had to be something seriously wrong with my brain if I was getting turned on after witnessing such horrific events.

“You were saying?” he asked.

“I just wanted to know why you don’t hate me anymore.”

Prince Caulden chuckled. “I never hated you. Do you know that my magic is aligned with winter?”

“Yes,” I said as we passed a row of stone jackrabbits.

Each of the statues looked like they were in mid-battle, and their faces twisted with hatred. At some point, I needed to ask if they had once been real people.

“It means that I can only couple with females of spring or autumn magic. It’s the same with us all.”

“Does my magic have an alignment?”

He squeezed my hand. “You don’t have any magic at all.”

“What?”

“That or it’s buried so deep, it has no particular alignment.”