comfortable with him, but I was being stupid.
“Liv?” the woman asks.
Lifting my head, I am surprised to see her standing in front of me. She is beautiful, but almost in a magical way. I watch as she practically floats from the counter over to the table. She sinks down on the chair across from mine, sliding a mug over to me.
“It is tea, it will not hurt you,” she informs me, in English. “Go ahead, drink,” she offers.
Looking around, I notice that Aaric is nowhere to be seen. Licking my lips, I bring the cup to them, inhaling the scent of the tea. It smells like a hint of peppermint and I’m excited to give it a try. Since being with Aaric, I’ve only drunk water and liquor. This is a pleasant surprise.
“You speak English,” I point out after taking a sip of the delicious crisp tea.
She tilts her head to the side. “English?” she asks. “Bunafidian, you mean?”
Shaking my head, I take another sip of tea. “I don’t know what that means. I’m American. Can you tell me exactly where I am? I think I need to go home. This was fun and all, but it is definitely not for me.”
The woman presses her lips together in a straight line. She leans forward, her eyes focused on mine. She narrows her gaze, then stands up and practically jumps back away from the table. I open my mouth to ask her if she’s okay, but she speaks first.
“You are not of this land, are you?”
Frowning, I arch a brow. “Well, from this exact place, no. I don’t even know where we are.”
“We are in Aaric’s kingdom, Wolfjour Ail, in the capital city of Attleview,” she explains.
“How far are we from the United States?” I ask, my body started to heat, sweat starting to pour from me at the idea that he’s taken me so far.
I mean, I knew something really wasn’t right when I saw the hot pink sand, but it was so exciting, so pretty. Aaric is so hot, I stupidly let my body and excitement overrule my head.
I’ve been living in denial, not only allowing my body to take over for my mind, but also not being able to communicate with him has been huge. I should have known something wasn’t right from the beginning.
“Oh gods,” she breathes.
Her eyes widen and she lets out an exhale, then she rushes back over to the table and sits down. She reaches for my hand, taking it in hers and holds on tightly as her eyes connect with my own.
“I thought it could be. I knew that he would meet someone of importance. I did not foresee this happening, not in my lifetime, but I should have known. I should have realized that Aaric would be the man to become part of this prophecy,” she rambles.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I demand.
She shakes her head. “It is best if I tell you together. I must find the völva. She will need to work her magic so that you can understand one another. Stay here,” she barks before she spins around and disappears.
Reaching for my tea, I take another sip. What I don’t do is stand up and run, mainly because I want to know what in the fuck she was rambling about.
Prophecies? I don’t even know what that means, not really and I’m not sure what a völva is, but I’m far too curious not to find out, especially since I’ve heard that word a few times already. I stay glued to my seat, drinking my tea, and trying not to think about the blood that has dried beneath my nostril.
It doesn’t take long for the beautiful woman, another woman, and Aaric to appear. I don’t move. I’m frozen. Aaric is watching me, but his expression isn’t one that I have ever seen before. Usually, he looks at me with lust or as if he’s trying to figure out a puzzle. Right now, he’s looking at me almost fearfully.
“What is your name?” I ask the beautiful woman who was here earlier.
“They call me, Seeress,” she murmurs.
My brows snap together in confusion. That is obviously not her name, then it hits me. “Like someone who can see the future? A seeress? Like they used in ancient times?”
“Not in the past, Liv. I am King Aaric’s personal seeress,” she whispers.
Shaking my head, my gaze flicks from her to the other woman, to Aaric, then back to the seeress. “I don’t understand.