question? Shoot, I had spaced out again but this time for an entirely different reason.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” I asked, still in a daze over those mile long legs.
“Have you seen my brother?” she asked, her voice a touch amused and a touch…. irritated? “Seraphina and I changed our minds; we want to borrow his car.”
“Your brother?” I clarified, my eyes falling from those startling golden brown eyes to her full lips that were pouted into a frown. “Uh… who’s your brother?”
“Sebastian Cartier?” she clarified like I was the biggest idiot on the planet. “He just walked in here, I swear.” She had the sweetest English accent that clipped all her consonants precisely.
“Uh, he went that way,” I muttered like I was nervous…. like I was not the king I was.
She straightened her shoulders and flicked her eyes over me with an obvious tone of disgust. What had I done to her?
“At least when Lucan was King I didn’t have to worry about him ogling me like a caveman,” she mumbled walking past me.
Ah, that’s what I had done. I consciously hinged my mouth shut and tried not to snap at the way she defended Lucan. She was right…. I was ogling her.
“I apolo-“ I started.
“Don’t bother,” she looked over her shoulder, dismissing me. Dismissing me!
“Mimi,” I snapped my fingers, proud of myself for remembering her name.
“Amelia.” She corrected me, turning around and walking backwards. Immortal or not, I was always impressed when a girl could balance in high heels and hers looked especially dangerous as she walked away from me. I forced my mind back to her face as my eyes wanted to linger on those legs and the word “dangerous….” “Only people I like get to call me Mimi,” her tone was ice, but those golden brown eyes were definitely not cold.
“Then I’ll have to convince you that you like me,” I returned, feeling proud of myself for very unpracticed witty banter.
“Fat chance of that,” she laughed mockingly in her cute British accent and then turned around and walked away.
I shook my head, still not really sure what just happened. That was Mimi? She was definitely not a child. I stared after those legs wondering if maybe I was remembering the wrong person from three years ago….
Chapter Three
“Are you alright, Avalon?” Kiran asked for the third time, well, the third time that I could remember.
“Uh, fine,” I mumbled in response. I shook my head a little, making the crown I was wearing jostle obnoxiously against my scalp. I shouldn’t have been worried about my hair…. I should have been above all that. But I reached up to smooth out the long strands that got pulled from my low ponytail. I could be such a girl at times, it was annoying. It wasn’t even technically a ponytail, it was this messy bun thing a girl at Canesbury taught me years ago. She said it made me look more grown up and less biker-ish and hell if I couldn’t remember her name but I’ve kept that piece advice with me after all these years. Plus, I have to walk out in front of several hundred people in about two minutes and I want to at least appear as though I’m right where I belong.
Not to mention there’s a certain pair of legs I can’t get out of my head attending the dinner tonight….
“Do you want to skip the whole introductory speech? I can just go right into what I’ve written,” my brother in law offered kindly. We were standing in the foyer of the castle waiting