Arriving

Ivy P.O.V.

The movement and slight buzzing of the car is really relaxing, and combined with the warmth and safe feeling of my mate, I’m in a cocoon of something I haven’t felt since before my mom died; happy and not concerned. It’s a weird, but welcomed feeling. I wonder if I am going to be feeling like this from now on? Maybe not all the time, but more than before.

‘It’s not really hard to feel more safe anywhere else than that shithole.’ Raven interjects with a snort, and I struggle to not giggle out loud.

‘I can’t believe the King actually gave permission for Isaiah to take me with him.’ The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and my eyes fly open. Isaiah is leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed. I’m battling with myself whether or not to disturb him with my question, when he opens his eyes and looks down into mine. A slow smile forms on his perfect lips.

“I can feel you staring, little faerie.” He says, and I blush deeply. Oh great! I disturbed him either way.

“Uh, uh