The Immortal Prince
Midika walking together with a living crystal of snowunder her feetlast crawl before we walkdashing through the snow in a pair of broken skis
Eyla asks, raising a quizzical brow in my direction.
Startled, I look toward Hale for help, but he merely shrugs his shoulders, smirking as he takes a long drink.
“You know this isn’t how I find a mate. It could be anyone,” I remind her. I have no intuition about who my mate could be at all.
Eyla rolls her eyes at my lack of cooperation. “This will help, trust me. Law of attraction.”
“I don’t think that applies here," Hale muses.
Eyla's fist clenches around her marker a little tighter. “We can do without snarky comments, idiot.”