My Mate Can't be a Bird! (I swear I'm not into that kind of stuff)

15: Just Kiss the Girl! Please! Just f****** Kiss the-

He would crush her with his fists, beat her to a pulp--but how? The mating bond absolutely did not allow one mate to harm the other.

"You think you can always rely on your non-magical skills?" Rowan said quietly. Aelin's pretty eyes widened; they were so close that her scent filled his lungs. Her neck was very pretty and slender, a really good size for a bite, just a tiny bite, just one-he crushed that thought.

And then the wind and ice in his blood thrummed with anticipation as Rowan as he realized what he could do.

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The kitchens

Perhaps subjecting his student to icicles and blizzards was not the best idea.

Rowan had thought it was: the official reason could be, if he could freeze her enough, perhaps her fire powers would act up again. And in the meantime, he could enjoy torturing her in lieu of fighting with his fists.

At first, it was amusing on a sadistic level, to watch the brat throw herself around just to avoid his ice. Rowan could finally enact revenge for all those awful days when she was being difficult. And then it was rather pitiful, because Aelin soon resembled a sad, shivering kitten. And he wanted nothing more than to stop and warm her up by a fire, and then warm her up in other ways-he crushed that thought very firmly with a mental kick.

That was the problem. Nothing set off a fae male more than a struggling mate. Which is why he and Aelin had to travel to the kitchen together, both with scowls on their faces. He'd bought lunch with him but not dinner; she needed to do something as a scullery maid, after all, and dinner would be it.

Rowan kept a respectable distance from her, which kept things, well, respectable. And it kept her nasty lemon scent away from him.

"Do you always torture your students like this?" Aelin asked him resentfully, "I'm surprised there hasn't been a mutiny."

"Just you. Consider yourself special."

Aelin shivered, causing his hand to twitch as it tried to help her.

"Wonderful," she drawled. And shivered again.

Rowan, finally concerned, sent a small current of warm air her way. The air current enveloped her body for a few seconds, sending her hair floating softly and warming her cheeks with color.

Aelin blinked. "So you have a shred of a soul left."

Rowan did not deign to respond and motioned towards the kitchen door.

When Aelin entered, the cook took one horrified look at her wet clothes and shivering body, and outright glared at Rowan in the most disapproving way. He thought Aelin might be put to work, at least, but the cook ushered her right next to the fire.

"You sit right, here, young lady, and don't dare get up 'till your clothes are fine and dry!"

Grinning, Aelin plopped down on that chair with ill disguised greed and basked in her newfound warmth.

"Must have been a rough day," the cook cheerfully told Aelin.

"Oh you have no idea," she told him, and sent a nasty glare towards her mate.

Well, Aelin was finally warm and sheltered, so the damn bond finally stopped trying to give him a headache. Rowan turned on his heel and went on his way. As he left he heard, a faint "No work for you today, Elentiya, just stay here and warm up!"

His eye twitched. The nerve of that male. This brat was as spoiled as could be, but the demi-fae were just too obsessed with her mother to realize that.

It had been an exhausting day. Like a child, Rowan entered his room, closed the door, and flopped face down onto the bed.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he counted the days he had been without Lyria. Counted the days till her death anniversary.

He had been with others before Lyria, and others after her. None could compare. Those women were more beautiful, more interesting, and yet no one made him feel the love and serenity that Lyria did.

It had been two hundred years. It was normal of him to feel lust for other females, but why did his desire for Aelin make him feel like this? Even with magical enhancements, it did not make sense. Why would Maeve leave him with negative feelings about Aelin as well? Perhaps to curb suspicion of foul play? But why was it that every attractive thing he noticed about Aelin felt like betrayal of the worst kind...

Could he manage to visit his mate this year? Or would he be stuck with this woman?

The cruel smile Maeve wore that day in Mistward floated to his mind and he snarled in frustration. His Mistress was planning something. Something to do with him and Aelin Galathynius. But he felt like a fool, because he could not for the life of him understand what it was.

It had been an exhausting day...Rowan fell into a restless sleep, one hunted by flames and turquoise eyes.

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HE TOUCHED HER WITH A CURRENT OF WARM AIR!!! At this rate they'll kiss on our 60th birthdays! 😍😍😍 #SLOWBURN

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