caught?” she challenged. “Do you think the sprites aren’t being constantly guarded? The moment you stepped on the ledge you would have set off the magical alarms.”
Slowly Finn straightened. He wanted to continue yelling at her. How else could he release his bubbling frustration?
Well, he could always press the exquisite little Sylvermyst against the frozen wall and claim her mouth with a kiss that would melt…
No, no, no.
There might be a temptation to believe that she was an innocent victim of her family, but he didn’t allow himself to think with that particular body part.
For now she was the enemy.
End of story.
“Is this a devious plan to distract me so your family can slip away with my people?”
Her eyes widened. “No, I’m trying to help.”
“Right.” His lips twisted in a humorless smile. “The fey of this world aren’t all weak, useless fools. And we’re not stupid.”
“Oh.” Her face heated with a delightful color as he repeated Lila’s claim.
Finn ground his teeth together. The urge to reach out and discover if her skin was as soft as it looked was nearly overwhelming.
With an effort he forced himself to concentrate on the brief glimpse he’d had of his tribe. He couldn’t be sure, but he’d thought he had caught sight of chains around their ankles.
“Tell me the truth,” he snarled.
She took a small step backward as his angry mist swirled around her.
“The truth about what?”
“Did you deliberately keep me from my people?”
“No.” She lifted her hand, almost as if she intended to touch him, only to abruptly let it drop.
Finn grimaced, telling himself that he wasn’t disappointed. Nope. Not at all.
“I was saving you,” she insisted. “If you’d tried to get down to your tribe you would have been captured. Or worse.”
He scowled. He actually didn’t doubt her claim. His people would have escaped if they weren’t being magically guarded. That didn’t, however, ease his seething fury at being whisked away from them.
“Why would you try to save me?”
“I…” She paused, licking her lusciously full lips. “I don’t know.”
Finn’s cock went on full alert. Dammit. He was supposed to be rescuing his people, not being distracted by his uncomfortable, unquenchable hunger for this female.
“Adair,” he said on a low growl. “Talk to me.”
She wrapped her arms around her waist, her expression troubled.
“You must return to your cell.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
She shivered, her eyes darkening. “If my family find you…”
She allowed her words to trail away. Finn didn’t need her to be more specific.
He didn’t doubt for a second that they would kill him.
At the moment, however, he wasn’t concerned with himself. He needed to figure out a way to rescue his people.
“Adair.” He stepped toward her, the scent of rosemary settling somewhere deep inside him. “Tell me.”
She shook her head. “Stubborn.”
He held her wary gaze. “More stubborn than you could ever imagine.”
For a painful second he feared she might shut him out. Or worse, turn him over to her family.
Then, heaving a deep sigh, she turned away. “Come with me,” she muttered.
Finn’s lips parted to protest. He wanted answers. And he wanted them now. But before he could speak, there was crack of ice as a narrow crevice appeared.
Adair darted through the opening, ignoring Finn’s command to stop.
Left alone, Finn briefly considered using his powers to try and return to the cavern. After all, Adair had just warned him that he would never be able to reach his people without tripping the alarms.
If he took the proper precautions, there was no saying he couldn’t rescue them.
Then, with a muttered curse, he was moving through the crevice.
He might not fully trust the pretty Sylvermyst, but he did accept that he was going to need more information if he intended get his tribe out of this icy prison alive.
Stepping out of the opening,
Slowly Finn straightened. He wanted to continue yelling at her. How else could he release his bubbling frustration?
Well, he could always press the exquisite little Sylvermyst against the frozen wall and claim her mouth with a kiss that would melt…
No, no, no.
There might be a temptation to believe that she was an innocent victim of her family, but he didn’t allow himself to think with that particular body part.
For now she was the enemy.
End of story.
“Is this a devious plan to distract me so your family can slip away with my people?”
Her eyes widened. “No, I’m trying to help.”
“Right.” His lips twisted in a humorless smile. “The fey of this world aren’t all weak, useless fools. And we’re not stupid.”
“Oh.” Her face heated with a delightful color as he repeated Lila’s claim.
Finn ground his teeth together. The urge to reach out and discover if her skin was as soft as it looked was nearly overwhelming.
With an effort he forced himself to concentrate on the brief glimpse he’d had of his tribe. He couldn’t be sure, but he’d thought he had caught sight of chains around their ankles.
“Tell me the truth,” he snarled.
She took a small step backward as his angry mist swirled around her.
“The truth about what?”
“Did you deliberately keep me from my people?”
“No.” She lifted her hand, almost as if she intended to touch him, only to abruptly let it drop.
Finn grimaced, telling himself that he wasn’t disappointed. Nope. Not at all.
“I was saving you,” she insisted. “If you’d tried to get down to your tribe you would have been captured. Or worse.”
He scowled. He actually didn’t doubt her claim. His people would have escaped if they weren’t being magically guarded. That didn’t, however, ease his seething fury at being whisked away from them.
“Why would you try to save me?”
“I…” She paused, licking her lusciously full lips. “I don’t know.”
Finn’s cock went on full alert. Dammit. He was supposed to be rescuing his people, not being distracted by his uncomfortable, unquenchable hunger for this female.
“Adair,” he said on a low growl. “Talk to me.”
She wrapped her arms around her waist, her expression troubled.
“You must return to your cell.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
She shivered, her eyes darkening. “If my family find you…”
She allowed her words to trail away. Finn didn’t need her to be more specific.
He didn’t doubt for a second that they would kill him.
At the moment, however, he wasn’t concerned with himself. He needed to figure out a way to rescue his people.
“Adair.” He stepped toward her, the scent of rosemary settling somewhere deep inside him. “Tell me.”
She shook her head. “Stubborn.”
He held her wary gaze. “More stubborn than you could ever imagine.”
For a painful second he feared she might shut him out. Or worse, turn him over to her family.
Then, heaving a deep sigh, she turned away. “Come with me,” she muttered.
Finn’s lips parted to protest. He wanted answers. And he wanted them now. But before he could speak, there was crack of ice as a narrow crevice appeared.
Adair darted through the opening, ignoring Finn’s command to stop.
Left alone, Finn briefly considered using his powers to try and return to the cavern. After all, Adair had just warned him that he would never be able to reach his people without tripping the alarms.
If he took the proper precautions, there was no saying he couldn’t rescue them.
Then, with a muttered curse, he was moving through the crevice.
He might not fully trust the pretty Sylvermyst, but he did accept that he was going to need more information if he intended get his tribe out of this icy prison alive.
Stepping out of the opening,
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