Page 128 of Fallen Stars

“Are you fucking psychotic? Mine was injest.”

“Did they not warn you of my temper? Looks like the dirty pirate is trapped. Go on, use your water now.”

Elara’s eyes widened as she heard a hiss from within, and the slop of water.

Enzo chuckled darkly as it did nothing to the flames, if anything, forcing them to leap higher.

“Another chocolate?” Elara asked, eyes trained on her lion and the sheer power he exerted with no effort at all.

“I’ll take them all.” Merissa grabbed a handful. “My monthly has arrived. I need all the chocolate I can stomach.”

Elara’s eyes widened. “Mine has arrived too!”

Merissa groaned. “At least you have a beautiful soulmatewith fire magick to heat your twisting insides. She rubbed her swollen stomach, shoving another chocolate into her mouth. “Some of us have to make do.”

Elara patted her back. “I wonder why we’re in the same rhythm now.” She peered up into the blue sky, the moon nowhere to be found, although she could feel the pull of it stronger today than the others.

Merissa shrugged, chuckling as Enzo yawned, Adrian shouting every expletive that existed in the Celestian tongue.

“Give the poor captain a break,” Leo laughed, waving his hand.

Enzo flicked his hand, the flames disappearing.

“Pissing contest is over, gents,” Leo added. “Enzo won.”

Enzo chuckled. “Always will.”

Adrian shot him a contemptuous look as he brushed off his trousers, which Elara noticed were a little singed.

She stood, pulling Merissa up with her. “I’m still hungry,” she grumbled. “Let’s go to the galley and find some more food.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Adrian was in a fantasticmood, considering a prick of a prince had bested him on his own deck. That very evening he’d stumbled upon another pearl resting on the side of his deck, and anticipation thrummed through his veins.

He sauntered into the kitchens, still smiling as he planned to ready a meal that would really impress Oceanne, when to his surprise, he came upon Elara.

The Moon had flour dusted in her hair as she kneaded dough before her, humming to herself as pans simmered behind her.

He halted. “Where’s Jimmy?”

Jimmy was his trusty cook, one who had joined his crew before Adrian was barely a man.

“Oh, I shooed him away,” Elara said breezily. “I wanted to cook for you tonight. As a thank you for having us.”

“Not like I had much choice,” he muttered as Elara smirked. “You cook?”

She nodded, continuing to knead. “Oh yes. My best friend taught me how to in Asteria. I was left alone a lot of the time, so she often snook me away to her mother’s house to learn.”

Adrian was impressed. Most royalty that he knew of had servants and chefs for that kind of thing.

Elara blew a strand of hair out of her face, regarding him. “You’re looking awfully happy considering you lost to Enzo only hours ago.” She smirked.

Adrian scoffed. “He’s not the reason for my smile.”

“Then who is?”

He turned the pearl over in his pocket.