know if he’d thought about and considered me all these years, but because I already suspected he hadn’t, and I wanted to prove my point that he could also separate sex from love—or what he thought was love because there was no way he truly loved me. We hadn’t known each other long enough for that.
“I’m not a celibate, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answered.
When a strange, striking cold needle of pain shot through me, something like apology and regret flared through his expression.
His voice was noticeably softer as he added, “I had no guarantee I’d ever find you. And I have searched. Trust me. Any job where King Ignatius asked for volunteers for assignments that would get me out of High Cliff and traveling to a new place where I could look for you, I accepted it. But I never really thought I’d actually find you. Which meant, yes, there were brief, pleasant encounters along the way to fill a void. But all the while, I assumed that if we ever did meet, the rest of my encounters would belong solely to you.”
“Well, maybe you ought to change that philosophy,” I told him, “unless you’re ready to become a celibate after all. Because you will be getting no such encounters from me.”
“You don’t think so, hmm?” he murmured, his eyes glittering with amusement and an interested, seductive heat. Then he winked. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”
“I’m serious.” My jaw hardened as I glared at him for trying his cutesie, charmer’s smile on me. “I’ve no interest in sex. At all. And if you try to seduce me, I’ll probably end up gutting you. Got it?”
“No interest at all, you say?” Blurting out a shocked laugh, he shook his head as if I amused him. “Come on, you’re only saying that because you’ve never tried it.”
“You don’t know that,” I countered. “You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve tried.”
“I know you wouldn’t be talking this way if you’d had a decent enough encounter that rated as true sex. But don’t worry, empress...” He playfully tapped the end of my nose with the tip of his finger. “I’ll show you how it’s done right.”
I grabbed his wrist before he could fully retreat, and I twisted hard, making him grit out a hiss of pain. “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”
“You’re right,” he strained out through his discomfort. “My apologies. I’ll not slip again.”
I let go of him and retreated my hand to my chest because my fingers burned where I’d touched him. “There will be no seduction plot from you at all, got it?”
My heart beat hard in my chest, hoping he fell for my intimidation because deep inside I was mostly just scared. Scared that if he tried, he just might succeed. And then where would I be? At the emotional mercy of a fucking High Clifter, one who openly admitted to having supported the eradication plan to eliminate all Graykeys. Falling for him would be the worst, most dangerous thing I could ever do.
At least, I think it would be.
“You’re not ready,” he finally said after gazing into my eyes a full ten seconds. “That’s fine. There’s no rush. We have the rest of our lives together to get there. And besides...” Sending me that devastating and charming grin again, he rolled back onto his spine and smiled up at the darkening sky, returning his bound hands behind his head. “I kind of like taking my time and savoring this first leg of our journey together. Gotta admit, it’ll be nice to learn you first and get to know what I’m working with before I start the real romancing.”
“Romancing? Pfft.” I wrinkled my nose and shuddered. “Don’t ever use that idiotic word in connection to me again.”
He only chuckled before assuring me, “This is going to be so much fun. It’ll be worth the wait.” Then his gaze went soft and serious as he turned his face to look at me. “You’ll be worth the wait.”
I gulped, and my heart did a stupid flip in my chest.
Indigo smiled again as if he could read my mind. Then he looked up at the night sky and began whistling “Singin’ in the Rain” to himself.
Bastard. His cheerful optimism wasn’t going to get to me. I would not fall victim to his charms.
Except a deep place inside me wondered whether I really wanted him to fail at this specific pursuit or not.
“Hey, Quilla,” he whispered.
Grinding