Wysteria POV
"Date?"
My ears played tricks with my nose, hearing and smelling something which contradicted his existence.
The blanket lowered to my cheeks, tilting my face to his chest, and I peeked to see the chin shielding me.
"The Lord's Playmate. I see you have finished meeting with my sister. How was she? Is she good...?" Rael's grip on my shoulder tightened.
"But then again, seeing how fast you ended the night, she must be awfully dull."
Rael was meeting his sister, meaning he is a High Fae on top of the food chain.
"Sir Cyprien,"
The high fae's eyes flashed, and he appeared a breath away from us, leaning on my other shoulder, pressing me onto Rael's embrace.
"Don't you dare utter my name with your dirty tongue," The High Fae, Sir Cyprien, snarled with his hair flaring
