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and silky.
“Come to me, Dimples,” I whispered, sliding a finger under the ripped fabric and tugging.
“Cut that out.” She moved her knee and swatted my hand.
She was never mean in my dreams. “You’re supposed to be sweet and nice.”
“Not after the cold and the magic screwing with my head. I still can’t believe they hauled me here to be bait.”
Okay, this was a bizarre dream.
“Your father wants you to stop fighting your mother, so please get up, get dressed, and go play the dutiful son. She’ll be humiliated if you don’t show up.”
Maybe I wasn’t dreaming. I scoffed at the idea of my mother being humiliated by anything or anyone. The only opinion she cared about was my father’s. And sometimes, even his didn’t matter when she wanted to get her way.
“She’ll get over it. Besides, they are here because of her. And you are here because of me. Always for me.” I caught her hand and threaded our fingers.
“Not willingly. As for your mother, she would have never opened her home to people for the first time in centuries just for her. No, these people have come from all over the realm to meet and honor you. Instead, they’ll go back to their homes and tell everyone that Goddess Hel’s son couldn’t be bothered to meet with them. That the future Alfadir is so full of himself he ignored his future subjects. Worse, you’ll turn your mother into a laughingstock.”
I wanted to kiss her to shut her up. Every time Mother and I knocked heads, I often heard Celestia yapping in the back of my mind like Jiminy Cricket. Usually, I ignored her. This lecture sounded too real.
“You are really here, aren’t you, Jiminy? This is not a nightmare?”
She lifted her chin, obviously hating my new nickname for her. “What do you think?”
“Damn.” I closed my eyes, but my grip tightened on her hand. “Can’t you just crawl into my arms, and I’ll pretend I’m dreaming? You are much nicer in my dreams.”
She laughed and yanked her hand from mine. “Funny, you don’t appear in mine.”
“Then go away.”
“Sorry, not happening. Not until you get up. I refuse to play dress up just because your family is clueless about how to deal with your stubbornness. I’m not your maid or your conscience, and I resent being hauled from my friends, dragged across a portal, almost seduced by the magic in this place, and damn near frozen to death just so I could sweet talk you into attending a stupid ball. So get up and get moving, pal.”
That was the Celestia I knew. Blunt. Snarky. Mouthy. Yep, she was definitely back. And I still wanted to kiss her, damn it. I opened my eyes and sat up.
“Man, I’d forgotten how much you talk and how annoying you get.”
She grinned. “And I’d forgotten how self-absorbed and arrogant you are.”
A regular girl would have been hurt by my words. Another reason I loved having her around. She was full of surprises.
“Welcome back, Dimples.”
She crossed her arms and scowled. “Did I mention I’m here against my will?”
“I missed you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was at a club, minding my own business when they appeared.”
“You know you missed me.”
“Nope.”
“Did you astral project here?”
She shuddered. “I used the cave portal. Echo and Dread—uh, Syn came for me at a club where I was with Hayden, Zack, and a bunch of friends from school.”
Echo. I might no longer hate the Grimnir, but only one person would dare send him to get Celestia. My mother. My father would have sent Rhys.
I leaned toward Celestia. This was she in the flesh, not her soul.
“Okay, Dimples. Convince me to go to the damn ball because you and I know I’m good at ignoring you when you talk too much. Go for less talk and more action.”
Blue fire leaped in her eyes.
Grinning, I went for the kill. “Kiss me and I’ll go.”
She threw me an annoyed glance and scrambled off the bed. “That’s never going to happen. Get up and get dressed or I’ll drag you there
“Come to me, Dimples,” I whispered, sliding a finger under the ripped fabric and tugging.
“Cut that out.” She moved her knee and swatted my hand.
She was never mean in my dreams. “You’re supposed to be sweet and nice.”
“Not after the cold and the magic screwing with my head. I still can’t believe they hauled me here to be bait.”
Okay, this was a bizarre dream.
“Your father wants you to stop fighting your mother, so please get up, get dressed, and go play the dutiful son. She’ll be humiliated if you don’t show up.”
Maybe I wasn’t dreaming. I scoffed at the idea of my mother being humiliated by anything or anyone. The only opinion she cared about was my father’s. And sometimes, even his didn’t matter when she wanted to get her way.
“She’ll get over it. Besides, they are here because of her. And you are here because of me. Always for me.” I caught her hand and threaded our fingers.
“Not willingly. As for your mother, she would have never opened her home to people for the first time in centuries just for her. No, these people have come from all over the realm to meet and honor you. Instead, they’ll go back to their homes and tell everyone that Goddess Hel’s son couldn’t be bothered to meet with them. That the future Alfadir is so full of himself he ignored his future subjects. Worse, you’ll turn your mother into a laughingstock.”
I wanted to kiss her to shut her up. Every time Mother and I knocked heads, I often heard Celestia yapping in the back of my mind like Jiminy Cricket. Usually, I ignored her. This lecture sounded too real.
“You are really here, aren’t you, Jiminy? This is not a nightmare?”
She lifted her chin, obviously hating my new nickname for her. “What do you think?”
“Damn.” I closed my eyes, but my grip tightened on her hand. “Can’t you just crawl into my arms, and I’ll pretend I’m dreaming? You are much nicer in my dreams.”
She laughed and yanked her hand from mine. “Funny, you don’t appear in mine.”
“Then go away.”
“Sorry, not happening. Not until you get up. I refuse to play dress up just because your family is clueless about how to deal with your stubbornness. I’m not your maid or your conscience, and I resent being hauled from my friends, dragged across a portal, almost seduced by the magic in this place, and damn near frozen to death just so I could sweet talk you into attending a stupid ball. So get up and get moving, pal.”
That was the Celestia I knew. Blunt. Snarky. Mouthy. Yep, she was definitely back. And I still wanted to kiss her, damn it. I opened my eyes and sat up.
“Man, I’d forgotten how much you talk and how annoying you get.”
She grinned. “And I’d forgotten how self-absorbed and arrogant you are.”
A regular girl would have been hurt by my words. Another reason I loved having her around. She was full of surprises.
“Welcome back, Dimples.”
She crossed her arms and scowled. “Did I mention I’m here against my will?”
“I missed you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was at a club, minding my own business when they appeared.”
“You know you missed me.”
“Nope.”
“Did you astral project here?”
She shuddered. “I used the cave portal. Echo and Dread—uh, Syn came for me at a club where I was with Hayden, Zack, and a bunch of friends from school.”
Echo. I might no longer hate the Grimnir, but only one person would dare send him to get Celestia. My mother. My father would have sent Rhys.
I leaned toward Celestia. This was she in the flesh, not her soul.
“Okay, Dimples. Convince me to go to the damn ball because you and I know I’m good at ignoring you when you talk too much. Go for less talk and more action.”
Blue fire leaped in her eyes.
Grinning, I went for the kill. “Kiss me and I’ll go.”
She threw me an annoyed glance and scrambled off the bed. “That’s never going to happen. Get up and get dressed or I’ll drag you there
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