His brows shot up. “To the she-god?”
“Uh… yes?” I tried.
His brows descended and his eyes narrowed. “You are mad.”
“I take it you don’t question the gods,” I muttered.
“No, Cora, even you wouldn’t question the gods. Our fates were written in the sky the moment we were born.”
Oh. Wow.
“Written in the sky?” I breathed.
“Me to you, you to me for all the kingdom to see.”
Holy crap.
Then something else occurred to me.
“Uh-oh,” I whispered.
“Pardon?”
“Uh-oh,” I repeated.
“Uh what?”
I guess they didn’t have uh-oh here either.
I moved around that. “Noctorno, I am not the other half to your soul. The other Cora is.”
“Gods,” he hissed, losing patience.
“No!” I cried. “It’s true. If you could get in trouble being with –”
I stopped speaking when he pressed closer.
“Excellent try, love, but it’s not going to work.”
“No, seriously –”
His hands spanned my h*ps and I quit talking.
“The she-god wrote that you’re the other half to my soul which meant I had to bind myself to you but it didn’t mean I couldn’t bed whoever I wanted and I do. So even if you aren’t the Cora of my world, as you lie that you aren’t, none of the gods would give a toss if I kiss you, touch you, taste you and drive into you and they also wouldn’t give a toss that I let you do the same to me, except, obviously, the last so let’s just say they won’t mind if you ride me.” His face dipped closer and he finished with, “Hard.”
His words were coarse but even so I was stuck on something he said earlier and therefore asked with disbelief, “You’ve cheated on me?”
He grinned and his grin was wicked. “If you’re not my wife, then no.”
“You’ve cheated on me!” I cried.
“So you’re my wife?”
“No!”
“Then no.”
Ugh!