The Immortal Prince

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w how long

e. Aside from the crackling of the flames, which I believe is st

s. Should I wait here, o

. Not that he isn’t interesting, or hasn’t been s

swaying warily. With a full stomach and

m this bi

ps silent against Hale's crimson rugs. He could be anywhere. Should I risk

fe to undress

ity as I pad down the hallway, fingertips r

e is behind one of them. Immortals don't sleep, unless to pass

touch, one of the d

ugh the crack in the door. My blood is ice cold

hree fingers, I press the door open, intri

a part of the cave that has been

g up off the surface, is se

oment. I jus

to sit in comfortably. The heat emanating off it is tempting.

ld be cautious. It takes a single touch to melt the skin and f

he surface of the water, I'

my foot slipped into the

down to a camisole and panties. I’m moments away from falling victim to the

out a relieved sigh as I rest

an embrace. The reflection of the water dances along the cave roof, hypnotic. Eventu

ast pool would make you mor

n’t

keeping my eyes closed. I can hear his foots

in once and thi

shoulder, watching him approach,

rgot he loo

ucture and such fascinating tattoos and stay up in this cave

he dark surface of

ary of your state of

water in his direction. I decide against it. I'm in his home, at his mer

nt to ruin my only clothes," I respond, lazily gest

ely new set of clothes appears, n

scared to reach out and see w

le offers, no hint of amusement in his tone, which means he's serious about that offer,

that risk!” I snap at him, w

for a mome

amines me intently. I can’t tell if it bothers me or not that he

unwell.” I know he

t cold,”

should be heated by now,” he mur

ter, I ignore the fear blooming within me. D

not used t

ead. “Or it’s

im dote over me like he actually cares. He could easily discard

soon, Hale. I would

eases between his br

n a spot on the far wall. The sooner Eyla gets up here, the bet

e a towel?”

side of the pool. Sliding up above the surface of the water, I wra

ssing." I suppress a shudder, b

across his face, before he angles

will I share this experience with the infamous Immortal Prince? Will I t

I exhale, getting to my feet. Hale follows, keen eye watchi

fickle,” h

ms, lowering my head. “You re

is cave, so…" He waves his hand to encompass the space. It’s not like it’s hard to see h

nough to let me sta

shifting his gaze towar

ear that?

my hea

er, squaring his shoulders bac

She’s back already,”

quickly, hopping on my good leg as I s

out into the main entrance, and through the door, ignoring the bit

is t

magical wall that blocks immortals en

x, W

s they sweep over me. She’s quivering, as she reaches out to

okay,” I a

moment, frowning. “

aved into existence. The outfit has taken the edges off t

my head. “You’re never

. I'm afraid one word about Hal

d think of.” Eyla rubs the back o

im. His chestnut hair is slightly longer than usual, but his eyes

n’t help how bi

ken up by the magic keeping him from the hallway I linger in.

arm,” I say, before I even realise the impl

links.

Will

wall, pointing back into the shadows. “Ah,

aze captures mine, a silent storm simmering in

h into a detailed description about how glorious H

with both horror and amazem

quite hospita

om my own mouth. Even Eyla and Will

in a rushed breath, tugging me out o

’t thi

t the sound o

ows, looking as formidable as a Sin can. I pry her bony finge

" Eyla says in o

ela away right now is th

ilver gaze has found Will, who stands stiff, hands trem

re you?” Eyla is still pinned to my

or course no

n like this. As much as I despise my ex, nothing will be accomplished if Hale continues to look over him

Eyla out of the way to rest it on my

is head. “Not

arm, the pressure of his touch s

feels like a permanent fixture within me, having nestled under my skin, buried deep in

here? Immortals will tear her to sh

ll for help. Both don't want to questi

safe," Eyla assure

n.” Hale quirks a brow at me, aware that I'm a shuddering m

shold, motioning t

es his hand down the hallway, the barest hint of a smile sugges

looking at me as if he's trying to

hem, before shoving his hands in his pockets, stro

e at me, waiting for m

turn, and f