Page 66 of Find My Way Down to You
“Me?” I choke out.
“Mortals.”
Oh.Obviously he meant humans in general. Not me in particular. Because there’s no way Cary understands me. He’s never tried to.
And I don’t want him to.
Cary is simply a means to an end. He’s my way to finding London. Nothing more.
“Then,” I say, “him being an asshole is by choice?”
Henri drags my plate of pizza toward him. He picks off the pepperoni. “I told you—he’s complex. In many ways.”
“Like…?”
“You know, you could ask him all these things.”
I blow out a breath. “As if he’d tell me anything.”
As much as I need him to. What’s it gonna take for me to break through his walls?
Henri doesn’t offer me any answers.
“You’re right.” He takes a big bite of pizza. Chewing, he says, “Enough about that boring bookworm. Shall we discuss Milos?”
A suggestive smile flashes across his mouth. Another wave of heat burns my face.
“What about him?”
“Oh, please. I see how he looks at you.” Henri lifts an eyebrow. “And how you look at him. Interested?”
I stop myself before my eyes roll. Henri and Max would be great friends. They’re equally terrible at matchmaking.
But I play along. For my own reasons. “He’s interesting,” I say.
“That’s not an answer.”
Shit. It’s not. And by the way Henri’s watching me, I wasn’t very convincing either.
Thumbing my bracelet, I say, sincerely, “I’d like to get to know him better.”
It’s the truth. Milos could be my key to London. To giving me more time with him.
Henri takes another bite. “Is that so?”
I nod. “He invited me to his celebration ball.”
“And you’re coming, yes?” He drops the half-eaten slice. “You have to. And not just to keep me company. But mostly that.”
“How would I even get back? Can you take me?” I do my best to hide my urgency.
“No. I was serious about that. I can’t bring mortals across realms. Unless you’re dead.”
I shudder. “Then how will I get there?”
Deep dimples form around Henri’s wide grin. “I’m sure you already knowhow.”
Great. Just the answer I didn’t want: more waiting on Cary.
