These Twisted Bonds (These Hollow Vows, #2)(88)

“Oh, is that why?” Misha asks. “To keep up the ruse? I thought it was something else.”

I expect Finn to argue, but he surprises me by winking at his friend. “Can’t a male have more than one reason to dance with a beautiful female?” Without waiting for a response, he steps between us, taking my hand in one of his and sliding the other to the small of my back.

“Enjoy,” Misha says, bowing slightly before walking away.

Finn watches him go, then turns his attention back to me. “You’ve been avoiding me tonight.”

“I figured you were too busy dancing with Juliana to notice.” I immediately regret that glass of wine. There’s no way Finn would ever miss the jealousy in a statement like that.

He grins, as if my outburst pleases him. “I haven’t danced with her even once.” His grin grows.

“But you know that because—despite avoiding me all night—you’ve barely taken your eyes off me.”

I open my mouth to argue, then decide it’s not worth it.

“That is,” Finn says, “until Misha got you in his arms.” His grin falls away as he searches his friend out in the crowd. “It seems he’s grown quite fond of you.”

“He’s become a good friend.”

“I envy that,” Finn says.

“You have it.” Laughing, I pull back enough to look Finn in the eye. “You’ve known him much longer than I have.”

“Not your friendship with him,” he says, watching me. “I envy his friendship with you.”

I swallow. “You and I are friends, Finn.”

“Hmm.” He pulls me closer and tucks my head under his chin.

I can’t resist breathing him in. He smells like leather, pine trees, and the endless night sky.

“Perhaps we are friends again,” he says. The small circles he’s tracing on my back send delicious shivers down my spine. “But I think I had your trust once, back when I didn’t deserve it. I grieve that loss.”

“I don’t trust anyone,” I say softly, but even as I say the words, I realize they’re not true. Not anymore. And that terrifies me. “How are you feeling?” I ask. He’s so hard to read most of the time.

“Fine, I think—good, actually. I haven’t had a spell in days.”

I release a breath. “That has to be a good sign, right? That it’s getting better?”

“I hope so.”

This would be the perfect time to ask him about the tethered and why he thinks that might explain the connection between us, but I’m reluctant to ruin the moment with a confession of my spying ways, so I keep my mouth shut. We dance in silence for a while, and I let myself enjoy the moment—his warmth, his touch, his closeness.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Finn says.

I wish I could see his face. I want to see his eyes when he says things like that. I want to know if it’s a polite observation or something more. I want it to be something more, and the shame of that makes me put a little distance between our bodies.

He sighs. “You’re allowed to take a compliment, Princess, even when you’re bonded to another male.”

“I know that,” I say. But Finn’s words feel different than a compliment from someone like Misha.

Maybe that’s the problem. I’m the problem. “And . . . thank you. That was a very nice thing to say.”

I don’t hear his chuckle so much as note the shake of his chest against mine and feel the puff of air in my hair.

“Don’t laugh at me,” I say.

“You are really the worst at taking compliments.”

“I said thank you!”

“Hmm. I suppose. Not the same as believing what I said, but it’ll do.” Stepping back, he squeezes my fingertips and motions toward a quieter spot just beyond the dancing crowd. “Come on. I want to show you something.”





Chapter Twenty-One

Keeping hold of my hand, Finn leads me away from the celebration and the music, toward the summit beyond our tents. I wonder if we’re going to talk about what happened at the waterfall. Or if he might try to kiss me again. I wish he would. And I wish I could kiss him back without hurting Sebastian.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

“Somewhere I think you’ll like.”

We walk in silence for a while. I don’t pull my hand from his, and he doesn’t let me go. It’s not until we approach a steep, grassy incline that I hesitate. “Finn?” I glance down at my gown and consider my slipper-clad feet beneath. “I’m not exactly dressed for hiking this evening.”

“It’s not far,” he says. “And if you get too tired, I’ll carry you.”

That just makes my cheeks burn hotter, but I nod and let him lead me up the hill. I don’t complain once about being tired or about how useless these slippers are. I don’t dare. I’m trying to resist temptation here and I don’t think I’d succeed if Finn scooped me into his arms.

“I’m sorry the priestess made us delay our visit,” I say, if only to distract myself. “I’m sure you’re anxious to get to Mab.”

“I am,” he says softly. “But more than that, I’m worried that the priestess might refuse to see me altogether.”