You Bet Your Banshee
“His answer was to sweep me into his arms and continue walking. I allowed it for now, but knew there was no way he’d be able to hold me for long. Breeze liked this position because he was able to curl up against my chest and rest.
Poor kitty.
“I never thought I’d be jealous of an overweight cat,” Ryvan rumbled.
“Well, I’m sure he’d carry you if he could.”
His laugh vibrated through me, sparking off all kinds of sappy, happy thoughts I shouldn’t be having at the moment. Knowing I shouldn’t feel this way didn’t help much though.
“You’re not what I thought you’d be,” he said once his laughter died down.
I tensed in his arms. “How did you think I’d be?”
I had to clutch his shoulders when he shrugged. “When I was younger, my parents were approached by Queen Tamsyn about the prophecy. She gave me a portrait of you.”
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