RETH
Elia stared at him, equal parts angry and nervous and for once he wasn't filled with the urge to soothe her. He held himself so tightly leashed he couldn't even manage a sarcastic smile. He just opened his hand toward the path and waited. Her lips thinned, but she started walking. Reth fell in beside her, shaking with rage.
"Reth, I am the Queen here—appointed by you—and I am an adult. I am allowed to make choices."
"We will speak of it back at the cave," he muttered through his teeth.
"Yes, we will. But I want it known that I don't like this feeling that I'm being marched back to my room like a child for discipline."
"Perhaps if my very adult mate wouldn't make childish decisions, she wouldn't be treated like a child."
She stopped on the path, her face pale and turned on him. "So, you agree with your people then, Reth? That I am not… capable?"
