“For the god’s sake, man,” CK yells at him. “Let it go. As far as any of us is concerned, it never happened.” He stalks off, fit to be tied and I don’t blame him. What a day he has had. I wanted to be here to comfort him and yet all I have done is piss him off. How do I always manage to do that? Even unintentionally.
“Excuse me,” I mutter, and wanting to get out of there so quickly, I decide to try my hand at puffporting, hoping that I don’t end up in the Fae Kingdoms.
As it happens, I stay on Earth, but I do not end up next to CK.
“Argh!” I cry out as I get completely and utterly drenched.
“What are you doing?” Vito asks, peering at me as I stand next to his wet, naked body while he takes a shower.
“Err,” I stammer, unable to keep my eyes from roving over his hard body. Gods, he is gorgeous. Especially wet. His purple, swirling eyes rove over me in amusement. “Err…I tried to use my Fae powers to transport myself anywhere other than the Fae Kingdoms and it brought me straight to you.”
His eyebrows go up in surprise and delight. “Oh, really?” he drawls. “Seems like your powers want us to be together.”
“Pah,” I splutter, pushing my wet hair out of my face. “Not likely.” I step out, a torrent of water coursing down my wet body. My jeans are stuck to me and my vest top is clinging to every curve.
Vito follows and grabs a towel, unfortunately slinging it around his waist to cover up the view of his stirring cock. He throws one to me and I attempt to pat myself dry, but it is pointless. I am soaked.
“So, it seems they brought you to the next nearest Fae with powers?” he muses out loud. “Interesting.”
“Hm, very,” I mutter, not at all happy about this. CK is going to go ballistic. How the Hell am I supposed to explain why I am so wet? I can’t Astral myself dry or even a dry set of clothes to me. Dammit. Damn Jess and her murderous ways!
“I should go,” I say awkwardly.
Vito just shrugs and off I trek, sloshing water behind me as I make my way up the back stairs to the first floor of the castle, hoping that I do not run into anyone on the way.
Fortunately, I do not. However, CK’s look of surprise at my state when I walk into our bedroom leaves me a bit stunned. He looks more amused than anything else.
“Don’t ask,” I say, putting my hand up before I strip off.
He shrugs. “I assume you used your Fae powers of transportation and ended up outside.”
“Why would you think that?” I ask, curiously.
He points to the windows. “It’s raining,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” I say, feeling like a fool. “Yeah, that’s what happened. I am not very good with that.”
“You will get the hang of it. Did you decide on whether to ask Drake for help?” he asks innocently.
“Drake? Why do you think I am going to ask him for anything?”
“He seems the logical choice,” CK says, watching me carefully.
“I am not asking him for fuck all,” I say breezily. “I was thinking that my brother might be able to help.”
“Graven?” he asks in surprise.
“No way,” I sneer. “He hates me as much as I hate him. I am talking about Trystan.”
“No way,” CK repeats. “He is practically in love with you. I won’t have him here slobbering all over you
like a love-sick puppy.”
“Gross! He is my father’s son!” I shudder at the thought.
“I don’t care,” CK says, crossing his arms.
“Whatever, look, about before…”