Chapter 71

As they wound their way back to the castle, Roark couldn't help but glance over at Casey. She walked with utter confidence, a swagger in her lithe hips. Enough shimmy that her braided hair bounced down her back.

A smart woman, talking with her meant exposing parts of himself he usually kept hidden. Explaining why he was king. Revealing the secret of what he could do. At least part of it. But he didn't feel as if he were getting to know her, and he doubted she'd tell him anything even if he asked.

Her arm shot out and slammed into his chest with more strength than he'd have expected, causing him to stumble.

"What?"

"I saw something."

"You might want to be a little more verbose. Can't read your mind, you know." The tease fell off his tongue, and he almost choked. He never joked about his power.

Yet it must have been the right answer because she almost had a smile. "I think I saw your cat go that way."