Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 731

Chapter 76 : A Kiss Goodnight

*Mila*

With Eros locked up and all of us being back in the rogue zone at Soren's inn, I felt a lot more comfortable. Soren put me back in the guest room right next to his. He'd been pretty busy when we got back, checking in with Thomas and the rest of his warriors.

Soren seemed really relaxed too and I liked seeing him at peace.

Although, I wasn't sure how long the peace would last. Eros was just the first one to approach us about the artifact and the rumors Soren spread. We both knew he wouldn't be the last to come for us.

The work Soren was doing with Thomas and his warriors was important and I didn't want to get in the way.

They'd need to be ready when the others came after me.

Until then, I found I didn't have much to do and I couldn't stay cooped up in the inn all day.

I let myself into the large inn down the street from Soren's.

“Madam Scarlett?" I called, walking into her big, open lobby.

“Miss Mila," Scarlett said. She smiled coyly when she saw me and held out a silk, gloved hand.

“I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me?" I asked, smiling innocently.

“My dear, you know that I don't answer questions for free. Do you have any money?" she asked, licking her cherry-red lips.

“I don't but I have something else to offer," I said. I held out a lotion bottle.

Scarlette arched an eyebrow and c****d her head to the side.

“What is it?" she asked a curious gleam in her eyes.

“This is a special lotion. Magical, actually. It will slow down aging."

Madam Scarlett's eyes widened and she grinned. “My my, you do know the way to my heart." She snatched the bottle from me.

It was the first spell I'd used from the spellbook that my mother left me. After the meteor shower, Soren started teaching me the language that the book was written in. I studied it every day and read about the plants and spells in it.

Strangely, I picked up the language really quickly and wondered if that was because of my witch heritage. The language was a part of my family legacy.

I'd learned the spell for the potion from the book.

“This is the most thoughtful gift for a woman in my profession," she said. “I like it so much, I will give you 10 questions."

“I think you'll really enjoy it. I tested it myself and it is quite effective," I said, rubbing my own soft, smooth cheek.

The book had spells and potions in it. The lotion had been in the potions section. Some of them, when I read them, I felt like I'd learned them before. Reading them was an easy way to refresh my memory on something I learned a long time ago.

It made it easy for me to pick up some of the new things.

I'd been able to use some of the spells without even thinking about it, once I was reminded of them. They were probably spells that my mother had taught me when I was a child. They were buried in my memory and as the Blackfire poison faded, I could feel my witch power getting stronger. Spells and magic felt more natural.

“So, what can I do for you?" Scarlett asked. She led me into what seemed like a living room and sat down on a fancy, satin couch.

Scarlett draped her arm along the back of the couch and motioned for me to sit beside her.

“I'm trying to think of a gift for Soren," I said, plopping down on the couch.

“A gift? What did Soren do to be so deserving of a gift?" she asked, giving me a mischievous look.

My cheeks warmed. “Well… he's done a lot for me lately."

“I'm sure he has," she said suggestively.

“So you have any ideas?" I pressed.





































































“A scarf," she said quickly.

“A scarf? I've never seen Soren wear one.".

“That's why I suggested it," Scarlett laughed and brushed my arm with her silky fingers. “He used to have a scarf and he wore it everywhere. It was something he cared for greatly. After a journey he went on, he came back without it and for two months he was in a foul mood."

“Because he lost his scarf?" I asked, creasing my brow.

“Perhaps. None of us knew what happened," she said, shaking her head. “Thomas once casually asked where the scarf was and the look Soren gave him told Thomas never to ask again. It led us to believe the scarf was the source of his bad mood."

“I don't know anything about buying scarves," I said.

“You shouldn't buy it, you should make it. When we are done here, I will have one of my girls take you into town to get yarn, needles, and she'll teach you to knit," she assured.

***

“Well, Mila, everything is going very well. After one last dose, you should be all set," Dr. Lee told me as he packed up his medical kit.

It was my last checkup with him.

“Thank you so much, Lee," I said grinning.

“No need to thank me. I'm only making sure you are recovering. Soren is the one who got the Howlingred flower for you," Lee said disinterestedly.

I chewed my lower lip as I thought about what Lee said.

I'd read about the Howlingred plant in the spellbook and I knew that Soren had to feed the plant lots of blood in order to get the flower for the antidote. He'd probably risked his life to give it enough blood because it wasn't the flower's blooming season.

That made me feel even more grateful toward him and I'd been working hard to finish his scarf. It had come out much better than I expected.

I went to my desk and picked up the scarf. It was light and smooth but the yarn would keep Soren warm in cooler temperatures, too. I put the scarf in a gift box.

Tonight, I wanted to give the scarf to Soren. It was definitely time.

Just thinking about it made my stomach flutter giddily.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in," I called automatically.

Soren poked his head into my room. He stepped in with a bouquet of flowers in hand. They were wildflowers and absolutely gorgeous.

“I brought you these," he said. He put the vase and the flowers on a table in my room.

“They're gorgeous," I gasped. I stuck my nose in the flowers and inhaled.

“I thought they could brighten up your room a little bit," Soren said, smiling kindly.

“Thank you."

“Come on, I have something to show you," he said, nodding toward the door.

I nodded, grabbing the gift bag and I followed Soren downstairs. He led me out into the inn courtyard. There was a place for patio dining but that wasn't what Soren wanted to show me.

In one of the corners of the courtyard, nestled between a tree and garden flowers, there was a swing.

I stopped dead and gasped, my arms going limp at my sides. It was the same swing from the childhood memory dream Soren had seen with me. The swing my parents had given me.

“Soren…"

“You said you didn't want the childhood cabin back in Hathaway territory or your packland. I did want you to enjoy something that reminds you of your childhood. What do you think?" he asked, motioning to the swing.

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