shook his head. “Nope. But I’m glad you’re looking after her for me.”
Michaela wrinkled her nose. “She called the instructor a ‘flaming arse-shite moron with delusions of grandeur’. I don’t think we’ll be in here for much longer.”
Robin laughed. He could picture the fiery Moira doing just that.
“Who are you?”
Robin continued to chuckle as he swept Michaela a low bow. “Robin Goodfellow, if it pleases you.”
Her eyes went wide with delight. “And if it didn’t?”
“Then I would have to sigh and lay claim to some other title. Puck, perhaps?”
Her grin turned damn near evil. “Peter Pan?”
“Please.” He waved that name away with a disdainful sniff. “Credit me with some taste. I am hardly in the business of seducing children, thank you.”
“I bet you’d look good in the tights.”
Robin cocked one brow at her, delighted when she shivered in response. “My dear, I would kill in those tights.”
Michaela’s grin turned puzzled. “Why do I have the feeling we’ve met before?”
Robin preened, secretly pleased that she recognized him on some level despite the fact that he wasn’t currently wearing his Ringo disguise. “I’m just that pretty.”
She laughed, open and unaffected, charming him once more. “Yes, you are. But it’s not that.” She tapped her chin and studied his face intently. Robin had no fear she’d link him to Ringo. Ringo stood a good two inches taller than Robin. That alone should throw her off balance.
She nodded her head. “I know what it is. It’s your eyes.” She pointed to MacSweeney. “You two have the same eyes.” Her gaze darted between the two, her expression turning sly. “Are you brothers?”
Robin blinked, and MacSweeney turned pale. The Fear Dearc laughed, but it was a shadow of its former glory. Indeed, he looked wan, almost sick. “I’ve never met him before in my life.”
“Oh.” Michaela looked almost disappointed, but was soon distracted by Moira marching out of the conference room.
Moira shook her fist through the door. “May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind, illegitimate children chase you so far over the Hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can’t find you with a telescope!” She turned and started at the sight of Jaden, Robin, MacSweeney and Michaela. “Oh. Not you guys.”
Jaden broke down, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. MacSweeney shook his head, and Robin grinned.
Michaela, however, put it best. She patted Moira on the head. She was so tiny she had to reach up to do it. “Is it someone’s Miller time?”
“She said I wasn’t Irish enough. Me!” Moira flung her hands in the air. “And she said my Gaelic was all wrong.” She stuck her head back in the door. “ Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat. ” She slammed the door shut, nodded firmly and dusted off her hands. “Take that.”
MacSweeney proved he wasn’t a blithering idiot by backing away from the enraged leprechaun. “I…think I need to go. Michaela, always a pleasure.”
Michaela waved good-bye, but her attention was mostly on Moira. “What the hell did that mean?”
MacSweeney took off as if the hounds of hell were on his heels before Moira could respond.
Moira sniffed. “May the cat eat you, and may the devil eat the cat.”
Michaela bit her lip, holding back her obvious laughter. “Um. Remind me not to piss you off.”
Moira, muttering under her breath, stomped away, followed by a giggling Michaela. “Nice to meet you, Robin!”
“And I, you.” Robin, grinning at Moira’s antics, turned toward Jaden, only to find the vampire studying him with a speculative look in his eye.
“She’s right, you know.”
Robin cocked an eyebrow. “About?”
“You and the Fear Dearc. You do have the same eyes.”
“Hmph.” They did not. Raven’s eyes were cold as ice, while Robin’s were a warm, sunny blue that made his Michaela smile.
“We have another problem, by the way.” Jaden gestured
Michaela wrinkled her nose. “She called the instructor a ‘flaming arse-shite moron with delusions of grandeur’. I don’t think we’ll be in here for much longer.”
Robin laughed. He could picture the fiery Moira doing just that.
“Who are you?”
Robin continued to chuckle as he swept Michaela a low bow. “Robin Goodfellow, if it pleases you.”
Her eyes went wide with delight. “And if it didn’t?”
“Then I would have to sigh and lay claim to some other title. Puck, perhaps?”
Her grin turned damn near evil. “Peter Pan?”
“Please.” He waved that name away with a disdainful sniff. “Credit me with some taste. I am hardly in the business of seducing children, thank you.”
“I bet you’d look good in the tights.”
Robin cocked one brow at her, delighted when she shivered in response. “My dear, I would kill in those tights.”
Michaela’s grin turned puzzled. “Why do I have the feeling we’ve met before?”
Robin preened, secretly pleased that she recognized him on some level despite the fact that he wasn’t currently wearing his Ringo disguise. “I’m just that pretty.”
She laughed, open and unaffected, charming him once more. “Yes, you are. But it’s not that.” She tapped her chin and studied his face intently. Robin had no fear she’d link him to Ringo. Ringo stood a good two inches taller than Robin. That alone should throw her off balance.
She nodded her head. “I know what it is. It’s your eyes.” She pointed to MacSweeney. “You two have the same eyes.” Her gaze darted between the two, her expression turning sly. “Are you brothers?”
Robin blinked, and MacSweeney turned pale. The Fear Dearc laughed, but it was a shadow of its former glory. Indeed, he looked wan, almost sick. “I’ve never met him before in my life.”
“Oh.” Michaela looked almost disappointed, but was soon distracted by Moira marching out of the conference room.
Moira shook her fist through the door. “May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind, illegitimate children chase you so far over the Hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can’t find you with a telescope!” She turned and started at the sight of Jaden, Robin, MacSweeney and Michaela. “Oh. Not you guys.”
Jaden broke down, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. MacSweeney shook his head, and Robin grinned.
Michaela, however, put it best. She patted Moira on the head. She was so tiny she had to reach up to do it. “Is it someone’s Miller time?”
“She said I wasn’t Irish enough. Me!” Moira flung her hands in the air. “And she said my Gaelic was all wrong.” She stuck her head back in the door. “ Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat. ” She slammed the door shut, nodded firmly and dusted off her hands. “Take that.”
MacSweeney proved he wasn’t a blithering idiot by backing away from the enraged leprechaun. “I…think I need to go. Michaela, always a pleasure.”
Michaela waved good-bye, but her attention was mostly on Moira. “What the hell did that mean?”
MacSweeney took off as if the hounds of hell were on his heels before Moira could respond.
Moira sniffed. “May the cat eat you, and may the devil eat the cat.”
Michaela bit her lip, holding back her obvious laughter. “Um. Remind me not to piss you off.”
Moira, muttering under her breath, stomped away, followed by a giggling Michaela. “Nice to meet you, Robin!”
“And I, you.” Robin, grinning at Moira’s antics, turned toward Jaden, only to find the vampire studying him with a speculative look in his eye.
“She’s right, you know.”
Robin cocked an eyebrow. “About?”
“You and the Fear Dearc. You do have the same eyes.”
“Hmph.” They did not. Raven’s eyes were cold as ice, while Robin’s were a warm, sunny blue that made his Michaela smile.
“We have another problem, by the way.” Jaden gestured
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