didn’t care. She was going there to fight. To investigate. Hopefully to
fulfill her part in the prophecy with as little fuss and time as possible. She
was not going to be reminded of all the fun Fae sex she wasn’t actually
having.
Meru was grinning as she munched on a carrot in the kitchen.
They’d finally gotten another moment alone as the men decided to make
last-minute preparations for their safety. Whatever that meant.
“That’s what Linnea told me. In between the pomp and
seriousness, of course. Poor thing, she’s been a wreck all month and I don’t
blame her. All those Tuatha women are supernatural supermodels. Not an ounce of
cellulite or a sagging breast in the crowd. The idea of not only revealing her
body at the consummation ritual, but of those other women seeing Val and Hawk
in action—let’s just say Badger has had to make several batches of her special
tonic to calm our sweet Guardian Mother down.”
Sheridan’s panic receded just enough for her to waggle her
eyebrows as she chopped one poor tomato into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. “The
Brads are getting naked? Why didn’t you say that in the first place? It may be
my one and only chance to see if my movie idol dreams match up to the reality.”
“Speaking of dreams…” Meru made an adorable grunting noise
as she hefted herself onto one of the stools that surrounded the kitchen
island. “I wish I had this kitchen. Ours is nice, but this one? It’s huge.
Everything here is. Does Raj have a large family I’m not aware of? Twelve giant
brothers and sisters with passels of babies that are just out of town?”
“No. At least, none that he’s ever talked about. He said he
comes here to be alone, and I haven’t seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”
Sheridan had wondered about that. This place was meant to be filled with
family. With life. It was actually kind of sad that it wasn’t. Raj had told her
this morning that he’d never had so many people here at one time. When he’d
said it, there’d been a yearning in his eyes that she couldn’t help but notice.
For someone in particular? Or just someone?
What if he killed his family? He is a dragon shifter. I’m
surprised you’ve lasted this long without being roasted alive.
God, she hated that voice.
Meru’s wistful sigh drew Sheridan’s thankful gaze to her cousin’s
misting eyes. “We need to find him a lady dragon. Or at least, a lady who has a
thing for brilliant, quiet men who occasionally shift into giant dragons. Raj
is too wonderful to be alone.” She took another bite of her carrot and groaned.
“Are the steaks almost ready? I can’t believe how hungry I am. Or how hormonal.
Case in point—I’ve entirely lost track of what we were talking about.”
“Raj,” Sheridan supplied helpfully, walking around the
island to peer inside the oven. “Steaks look ready to me. By the way, remind me
to hug Fletcher the next time I see him. Myrddin’s Changeling may be a bit
stiff and, well, blue ,” she snorted. “But I really miss his cooking.”
“Fletcher’s coming to the celebration along with Aunt Lily.
You can hug him then.” Meru raised her voice as she remembered. “Dreams. We
were talking about dreams. As in, you mentioned having one with Danu in it that
you haven’t told me about yet. I need to hear every detail, Sher. Everything.
It might be important.”
It was the heat from the oven making her flush, Sheridan
assured herself adamantly. Not the topic. And there was no way in hell she was
telling Meru every detail of last night’s dream.
Memories of Dream Finn’s body, of what they did together,
had been haunting her all day long. That had been no ordinary fantasy.
Something had changed inside her. Something that scared her to her core. More
than lust. More than desire.
She didn’t want to think about it now. Maybe ever.
But the relief she felt when she’d discovered his absence from
the lodge this morning hadn’t been able to alleviate the need
fulfill her part in the prophecy with as little fuss and time as possible. She
was not going to be reminded of all the fun Fae sex she wasn’t actually
having.
Meru was grinning as she munched on a carrot in the kitchen.
They’d finally gotten another moment alone as the men decided to make
last-minute preparations for their safety. Whatever that meant.
“That’s what Linnea told me. In between the pomp and
seriousness, of course. Poor thing, she’s been a wreck all month and I don’t
blame her. All those Tuatha women are supernatural supermodels. Not an ounce of
cellulite or a sagging breast in the crowd. The idea of not only revealing her
body at the consummation ritual, but of those other women seeing Val and Hawk
in action—let’s just say Badger has had to make several batches of her special
tonic to calm our sweet Guardian Mother down.”
Sheridan’s panic receded just enough for her to waggle her
eyebrows as she chopped one poor tomato into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. “The
Brads are getting naked? Why didn’t you say that in the first place? It may be
my one and only chance to see if my movie idol dreams match up to the reality.”
“Speaking of dreams…” Meru made an adorable grunting noise
as she hefted herself onto one of the stools that surrounded the kitchen
island. “I wish I had this kitchen. Ours is nice, but this one? It’s huge.
Everything here is. Does Raj have a large family I’m not aware of? Twelve giant
brothers and sisters with passels of babies that are just out of town?”
“No. At least, none that he’s ever talked about. He said he
comes here to be alone, and I haven’t seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”
Sheridan had wondered about that. This place was meant to be filled with
family. With life. It was actually kind of sad that it wasn’t. Raj had told her
this morning that he’d never had so many people here at one time. When he’d
said it, there’d been a yearning in his eyes that she couldn’t help but notice.
For someone in particular? Or just someone?
What if he killed his family? He is a dragon shifter. I’m
surprised you’ve lasted this long without being roasted alive.
God, she hated that voice.
Meru’s wistful sigh drew Sheridan’s thankful gaze to her cousin’s
misting eyes. “We need to find him a lady dragon. Or at least, a lady who has a
thing for brilliant, quiet men who occasionally shift into giant dragons. Raj
is too wonderful to be alone.” She took another bite of her carrot and groaned.
“Are the steaks almost ready? I can’t believe how hungry I am. Or how hormonal.
Case in point—I’ve entirely lost track of what we were talking about.”
“Raj,” Sheridan supplied helpfully, walking around the
island to peer inside the oven. “Steaks look ready to me. By the way, remind me
to hug Fletcher the next time I see him. Myrddin’s Changeling may be a bit
stiff and, well, blue ,” she snorted. “But I really miss his cooking.”
“Fletcher’s coming to the celebration along with Aunt Lily.
You can hug him then.” Meru raised her voice as she remembered. “Dreams. We
were talking about dreams. As in, you mentioned having one with Danu in it that
you haven’t told me about yet. I need to hear every detail, Sher. Everything.
It might be important.”
It was the heat from the oven making her flush, Sheridan
assured herself adamantly. Not the topic. And there was no way in hell she was
telling Meru every detail of last night’s dream.
Memories of Dream Finn’s body, of what they did together,
had been haunting her all day long. That had been no ordinary fantasy.
Something had changed inside her. Something that scared her to her core. More
than lust. More than desire.
She didn’t want to think about it now. Maybe ever.
But the relief she felt when she’d discovered his absence from
the lodge this morning hadn’t been able to alleviate the need
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