A Love From A Different World

Chapter 47

It was a slow morning the following day, Aelin hating the pull she felt to get up and get ready. Rhysand had said that there was something important they needed to do but hadn't explained further. Aelin would have pressured him to talk if she had cared at all. Whatever they would be doing, it would no doubt free her from this ungodly boredom she had been feeling lately.

Dressed and ready for whatever the day brought, the assassin made her way to the living room. When she arrived, everyone was looking at her wordlessly. She knew they must have been discussing her and whatever their little mission for her was. And by the tense looks, not everyone was on board. How interesting.

"Is this an intervention?" Aelin asked, plopping down, facing them. "Because I swear, I am not an alcoholic, despite last night."

Yes, last night. When they had spoken about Jurian, and Sam, and love. Good thing she had drank so much; the Gods knew she would never have spoken about him to them if she was sober.

"What? No-" That was Cassian, looking annoyed and confused at the same time. Aelin fought the urge to throw something at the male; he had such a punchable face. The brute was always such a killjoy, half the time not getting the joke or not appreciating it. Last night he hadn't been so bad. On second thought, maybe that was it, maybe the key to making the general half decent was to get him drunk. Aelin would test that theory later.

"No?" She interrupted, tempted to irritate Cassian. "About me being a sex addict then? Because I promise I'm working on it."

At that, Cassian seemed to understand that she was jesting. But it did not stop him from turning beet red. Actually, all the males in the room looked uncomfortable. Immortal, her ass; the males of the Night Court acted like little schoolboys every time she opened her mouth. She hadn't been lying when she told Rhysand that she had enjoyed their little act back in Hewn City...

"So," The princess observed the lot of them, "What is this about?"

"You and I are going on a little trip-"

"Isn't the wedding typically before the honeymoon though?" Aelin really could not stop herself. Her wittiness was simply too much to keep to herself. Being selfless, Aelin thought that the world should hear how amazingly funny she truly was.

Curiously, Rhysand did not blush or look away. Nor did he look momentarily lost. Instead, a smirk was plastered on his face. "Are you that impatient for me?"

"What a pleasant surprise," Indeed it was. Finally, someone flirting back. "I was all but ready to give up on you,"

Rhysand looked back at her playfully before being serious. "I'm taking you to a place, a dangerous place-"

"Please, remember who you're talking to," Looking unimpressed, Aelin waved her hand dismissively. "Just tell me where we are going,"

Rhysand took a breath and then said, "To see the Bone Carver,"