She cocked her head. “I didn’t know we had an agenda.”

“I did,” he told her.

He bent his head and kissed her, and there it was, the real thing, not some made up, distant dream. Her gorgeous lips softened and molded to his mouth, just as her slender body molded to his.

He had been afraid. What a horrendous emotion. He had been scared for her, and the room smelled like ash and the whole area looked devastated. Aggression and tenderness fought for supremacy, and tenderness won.

He ran his hands down her body, rock hard and aching for her. He knew this hunger for her would never ease, never die away. “You are never going to get trapped in a magical forest fire again,” he growled against her lips. “Do you hear me, Pia? That flight took millennia off my life.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It won’t happen again.”

“Goddamn right it won’t,” he said between his teeth.

Gaeleval was a dead man walking; he just didn’t know it yet. Dragos would find and stop him because he wouldn’t allow the kind of destruction that had come before. But he was going to rip Gaeleval limb to limb because the Elf had put Pia in danger and because he had dared to try to take her.

She threaded slender fingers through his hair as she kissed him, and he bent to pick her up and carry her to the bed. Then he laid her on top of the covers and came down on her, and he covered her body with his. In a move that was as natural as breathing, she wrapped her long, fabulous legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She held him with her whole body, and he was home.

Home. It was a concept to which he had never given much thought. Self-contained and solitary by nature, his home had always been within himself, but not any longer.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.

He lifted his head to look at her. She smiled at him, golden-skinned in the firelight, her eyes as rich as sapphires. He laid his fingertips along the exquisite, delicate curve of her cheekbone.

The dragon came to a realization and was amazed. In the unending years of his acquisitive existence, despite all his hoarding of the treasures of kingdoms and emperors, he had never been rich before this. She had come into his life to steal from him, and in the process she had given him everything she had.

“I love you,” he said.

TWELVE

As he spoke the words her gaze flared, and her lips trembled. For one split second he stared at her, utterly mystified. She had never seemed to mind before that he hadn’t said the words.

She couldn’t be upset that he had said them now, could she? Fucking hell, he was no good at this romance shit.

In the next moment he realized that mirth filled her eyes, not sadness.

He growled, “What.”

She told him, her voice trembling with laughter, “You just sounded so surprised when you said it.”

He took a slow, deep breath and let it out gently. “I am,” he said.

He kissed her again, savoring the light play of her lips before deepening it to explore the lavish intimacy of her mouth. She groaned and rotated her hips so that his c**k pressed against her pelvis. They rocked together, fully clothed, both remembering how it was to be together and promising each other more. His hunger spiked higher, and he palmed one of her br**sts.

She pulled back slightly to mutter something, her warm breath against his cheek. He had no idea what she said but it sounded urgent and sexy. Then she kissed him hard, and her eager, feminine aggression caused everything within him to glow hotter than the forest fire and brighter than a newly minted coin.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

She knew what he meant and removed the dampening spell that cloaked her body’s natural luminescence.

She was simply dazzling. She was his beacon to what others called decency, not because she told him how to act but because she made him want to try.

They shouldn’t be doing this. They didn’t have time. But he slipped one hand under her sweater anyway to tease at her nipple, rolling the soft, delicate jutting flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes glazed with passion, she thrust up with her hips and he hissed as the friction drove him out of his mind crazy. . . .

A sharp rap sounded at the door, and he snarled as he lifted his head.

Pia grabbed him by the ears. It startled him enough to make him pause.

Their eyes met.

She said, “Count to ten.”

Hm, he had heard of that technique before. One, two, three . . .

She called out, “Yes, what is it?”

Eva’s voice sounded through the door panel. “The High Lord requests that Dragos attend him downstairs. I guess those Elves that were spelled aren’t doing so well.”

He expelled a breath between his teeth. It sounded like steam hissing in a kettle. “I got to ten,” he told her. “It didn’t help. Stay here and follow your own advice. Eat something and rest.” He raised his voice. “I’m coming.”

He rolled away from her, careful to avoid putting any real weight on her abdomen, then stood and strode out of the bedroom.

Eva stood just on the other side of the door. She gestured to the unit’s magic user, who waited across the room by the hall entrance. “Miguel knows where to go. He’ll show you where they are being held.”

“Fine,” he bit out. “Let’s go.”

Just before he turned away, he saw Eva glance into the open doorway of the bedroom, and her eyes grew very wide. Realization flashed. Fuck. He spun back, even though he knew he was already too late.

Eva asked in a hushed voice, “Uh, princess? Are you aware that you’re illuminated?”

• • •

It was an idiotic mistake.

Pia had lifted her head off the pillows to watch Dragos stride away, her body thrumming with frustrated hunger again. She felt like they hadn’t made love in months, not days. He should always dress in black, because he sure did give Satan a run for his money on being wicked hot. He moved so fast and light on his feet, it would be disturbing to see in such a large, muscular man if it wasn’t so damned sexy.

He was already preoccupied with what lay ahead of him, and she was distracted with lust and just plain stupid. She realized it as soon as Eva looked in the bedroom and her black gaze went wide. Even though Pia threw the dampening spell back on that very instant, it was too little too late.

Remember that slow-moving train wreck? The one you were just bitching about the other day? And who was driving that train again, dumb ass?

You, that’s who.

She launched off the bed and moved faster than she ever remembered moving in her life. As she leaped toward Eva, she called out sharply, “I’ll take care of it, Dragos.”

She reached the doorway, registering every shift in Eva’s expression, the simple astonishment shifting to shock at her urgent speed. In the next instant, Pia had her hand fisted in the front of Eva’s shirt. Eva grabbed her wrist reflexively, glanced at Dragos and froze.

Pia looked at Dragos too, at his calm, expressionless face and the death in his gold eyes. I am mated to the biggest psycho of them all, she thought. She said strongly, “I said I’ll take care of this.”

His attention shifted from Eva to her. There was no way to tell what he was thinking. She shifted her body so that she came between Dragos and Eva, and she pointed toward the hallway door and Miguel, who also stood frozen. “Go.”

Dragos tilted his head at her in wordless acknowledgment, turned and left, taking Miguel with him.

She took a deep breath and only then realized that she was shaking. So much to do, so much to do. Build a relationship, stop Armageddon, save a Wyr here and there. It really did never rain but it poured.

James, Andrea and Johnny had been in the other rooms, but they weren’t any longer. Something that had been said, or perhaps some instinct for danger had roused them. They stood tensely in the doorways of the other bedrooms, Andrea and Johnny in one, James in the other. Quickly she calculated the angles of the doorways in relation to each other. None of them could have seen into her bedroom, and Miguel had been standing by the hall door, so he hadn’t seen anything either.

Pia told the others, “Go back to bed. Now.”

Slowly, they backed into their separate rooms, even though she could tell all their fight-or-flight instincts had kicked into high gear.

Only when they shut their doors did she turn her attention to Eva, who hadn’t moved or spoken. It was the first time she had ever seen Captain Psycho truly subdued.

Pia loosened her hold on Eva’s shirt and pointed silently into her own bedroom. As the other woman stepped inside, she followed and closed the door behind her.

She asked quietly, “You haven’t by any chance been talking telepathically with any of the others in the last few minutes, have you?”

“No,” Eva said, very low. She turned around, her sober black gaze fixing on Pia’s face.

Even though she was pretty sure that Eva got the full implication of what had happened, she still said, “You realize you saw something you weren’t supposed to see. Your life is on the line here.”

Eva said, “I got that.”

The tension in Pia’s body wouldn’t let her stand still, and she started to pace. “This isn’t your fault,” she said, still keeping her voice very soft. “This is all my fault. I was careless and preoccupied. This should never have happened, and I’m so sorry, Eva.”

“This is about your Wyr form, isn’t it?” Eva whispered. “Why you don’t talk about it, or identify what you are.”

She moved to the window and looked out, rapping out a hectic, uneven rhythm on the pane with her fingers. The shadowed river was beautiful, but one end of the pile of covered bodies was visible, and she couldn’t keep her gaze from drifting to them. So much unnecessary death, so much pain.

She looked at the silhouette of the ravaged tree line as she tried to formulate how she should answer. Eva was quick and clever. Even now some part of the other woman had to be whispering, What is she? What? And running through all the possibilities in her mind.

“The problem is that people talk,” she murmured. “One person might swear that they’ll keep a secret, but then they tell their best friend just one thing. ‘I trust you not to tell anyone,’ they say. ‘Oh, I promise, I won’t,’ their best friend says. And everybody is quite sincere at the time. Then the best friend tells someone else. Someone they trust. Someone who says, ‘I promise, I won’t say a word.’” She laughed, the sound abrupt and humorless. “You know I wouldn’t be standing here if I hadn’t done that very thing myself and had it backfire on me. Now I’m mated to one of the most visible figures in the world. The gryphons know what I am, along with several of the Elves. Fuck, don’t even get me started on the Elves. I have no idea how many of them know.”

A hand settled on her back. “You keep getting your fancy knickers in a twist, don’t you?” Eva said. Her voice was gentle, even after everything that had happened.

Pia turned her head. The shock had eased somewhat from the other woman’s face. “He will kill you if you breathe a word of what you saw. He will kill you if you even think of breathing a word.” He probably would have killed Eva already if Pia hadn’t stopped him. All because he had been preoccupied, and she had gotten careless. She said, “And I don’t want your life on my conscience.”

Eva gave her a crooked smile. “I’m not going to say anything, Pia, and not because the Old Man scared me shitless, even though he did. I’m not going to say anything because you’re ours to defend. Besides, I owe you for Johnny’s life.”

She shrugged irritably and grimaced. “Nobody owes me anything.”

The other woman chuckled. It sounded indulgent. Then Eva sobered. “You realize, don’t you, that the others know you did something important, even if they don’t quite know what it is. And I think Johnny’s been too busy to really think about what happened, but sooner or later he’ll remember and get to wondering.”

“He was passed out by the time I did anything,” Pia said.

“He’ll remember being wounded.”

She blew out a heavy sigh and looked at the tragedy outside again. “Yeah, I guess we all remember when that happens.”

“I guess we do.”

Pia thought of the Elves that Dragos had gone to examine. She wondered how bad off they were, and what Dragos would find out. If he could do anything for them. He was not a healer, but he was probably the world’s foremost expert on beguilement.

Her eyebrows rose. Maybe he could beguile Eva into forgetting what she saw. He had tried to beguile Pia more than once, but it hadn’t stuck. What if, for whatever reason, it didn’t stick on Eva either? Then Eva might feel betrayed and resentful, and that was never a good combination in someone when you needed them to keep a secret.

Maybe it was smartest to just trust her, but damn, that was another uncertain road to travel. She tapped the glass a few more times. Maybe she had better think about it some more and talk to Dragos later.

In the meantime, he had given her good advice.

She said, “I’m so hungry I could eat my boots.”

Eva stirred. “We better get some food to that baby before he chews a hole in you.”

“There’s a concept I could have lived without,” Pia muttered.

A vision of the baby monster breaking out of John Hurt’s chest in Alien came to mind. Yeah, she needed that image to stick with her for the rest of this long, weird pregnancy like she needed another hole in her head.

Eva went into the common room. Pia dug through her pack for the handful of soy protein bars she always carried with her, then she joined the other woman. She settled at one end of the couch while Eva brought her a bowl of nuts and fresh fruit from table by the window. After plowing through several protein bars, most of the nuts and half the fruit, she was finally able to make herself stop.