diminutive cook.
“Now are you looking for something to eat for you and your young lady? What does she fancy?”
Einarr frowned. “I do not know.”
Chase laughed. “Then I’ll give you a bit of everything and you can surprise her.” She opened one of the cupboards. “Would you like some more pancakes, Aki?”
“Yes, please.” He’d been a bit suspicious when Rolf had persuaded him to try the flat brownish circles. They resembled oatcakes but they tasted remarkably like the flat patties his mother used to make. After he’d been introduced to the sticky syrup that went with them, he’d quickly decided they were very good.
Einarr strolled back over to him and swiped a piece of pancake from his stack. “This is excellent.”
Aki slapped his hand. “Get your own.”
“Sit down, Einarr. I won’t be a minute,” Chase bustled around the kitchen. “I’ll make you up a tray in no time.”
Einarr sat and Aki lowered his voice. “How did you know Frey was your woman?”
“It was obvious.”
“In what way?”
“In all the ways that mattered. I just knew that she was mine.” Einarr shrugged his wide shoulders. “I cannot really explain it.”
“Do you think everyone is supposed to feel like that when they meet their mate?”
“I do not know. You should ask the Pavlovans.” Einarr looked at him more closely. “Why?”
“Because I thought there was something between me and Elli. Her thoughts call to me, as does her body. She is quiet but brave and she does not allow me to intimidate her. Beneath that soft exterior, she has a warrior’s heart. I have never met a woman who affects me in this way before.”
“You always say that.” Einarr slapped his arm. “You fall in love far too easily.”
“That was in our old life,” Aki insisted. “Here all is different. Here I can use my magic freely and have found a female who can accept me as I am.”
“All the females here are mind thinkers, Aki. Maybe you are overreacting.”
“So you feel the same way about all the Pavlovan women as you do about Frey?” Aki demanded. “She is no different to them?”
“She is my mate.” Einarr growled and thumped his fist on his broad chest. “I know it here.”
Aki sat back. “See? You know it. I did not think of your Frey like that for a second. I think Elli is meant to be mine.”
“Then tell her.”
“I tried. She insists that I do not know my own mind and is keeping away from me and out of my bed.”
Einarr let out a breath. “If she truly is your mate. I suspect that whatever you feel for her will resolve itself and become clearer. If she is right and the feelings disappear, then you will certainly know it.”
“I don’t know what I feel or who I am anymore,” Aki groused.
“Then give yourself time to find out.”
“Your tray is ready, Einarr,” Chase called out.
“Do you wish me to speak to Elli Slavin about this?” Einarr asked.
“You? I don’t think so. But maybe your female could? They are friends.”
“I’ll ask her.” Einarr stood and slapped Aki on the back. “I will see you later, brother.”
Einarr went back to feed his woman, and Aki contemplated what lay ahead of him for the day. Exercising with his fellow warriors, learning the Pavlovan language so that he could do without the translator and maybe going out in the city.
He’d been out twice now and both times he’d hated the experience. There was nothing he could understand or relate to out there. The people were not like him, and the buildings and vehicles made him feel dizzy and small. Aki heaved a sigh.
There was no way of hiding it. He was afraid to go out into this alien world. Even looking down at it from the top of the building made him feel like emptying his innards. And the sounds of city… Not just the incessant rumble of noise that found its way even through the thick glass, but the thousands of mind talkers he couldn’t escape…
“Here are your pancakes, Aki, and someone else to visit