Kinked (Elder Races #6)(36)

“Okay,” she said. “It makes sense. But we can push on if we need to.”

A crooked smile hooked up one corner of his mouth. “Did you just offer to do something nice?”

Nice. She shrugged away the word and sniffed. “Not only do I have friends, I know what it’s like to worry about them, and want to do something to help them if I can.”

He sat back in his chair, stretching his legs toward the fire. “You’re friends with Niniane Lorelle, aren’t you? Didn’t you go to Adriyel to help her when she was on her way to her coronation?”

“Yes, I did, along with Rune.”

He regarded her curiously. “What was it like?”

“The trip? Got to camp, investigate a murder, catch some people involved in treason, and go to a lot of parties. It was fun.” She yawned. “All except for the bit where Niniane was kidnapped and Tiago almost died.”

Amusement crept into his voice. “As fascinating as your account of the trip is, I didn’t mean that. What was Adriyel like as a land?”

“Beautiful.” She studied him underneath her lashes. “You weren’t yet born when Urien closed the border, were you?”

“That’s right. It was before my time. My father is half–Dark Fae and half-Elven, but he was raised by his Elven mother and didn’t maintain close ties with the Dark Fae branch of our family tree. Now he lives in Palm Beach.”

So his mother was the Wyr. Aryal was fascinated with the concept of having parents. She thought if she’d had parents, they would have driven her crazy. Or she, them. “And your mom?”

He shook his head. “She died a long time ago.”

“Have you tried to get in touch with your Dark Fae family since Niniane opened the borders?”

A grim smile pulled at his mouth. “They’re dead too. That side of the family bet on the wrong horse and got hanged for it.”

“Get out.” She sat up straight. “Were they involved in the conspiracy that killed Niniane’s family?”

He shrugged. “Apparently so. Remember, I’d never met any of them. They were just names to me. My father was pissed when he found out—not at the Queen, but at our family for having gotten involved in murdering the royal family.”

“Interesting,” she murmured. He hadn’t shaved that day, and pale gold dusted his jaw. His beard was a lighter shade than the smooth, sleek cap of hair on his head. Occasionally as he tilted his head, the firelight caught him just right and tiny sparks of light flared on his skin. It was … distracting. She wanted to lick his jaw, to find out if his beard was soft or rough, and bite at those tiny glints of light. She told him, “All right, yes.”

It was almost too subtle to see, but she had been watching him closely and could tell that his body had tensed. He turned and looked at her, his gaze full of barriers and secrets. “All right, yes—what?”

“I’ll take your dare,” she said, and her smile was just this side of a slow slide into suicide. “If you take mine.”

NINE

That surprised him. She could see it in the quick dilation of his vivid eyes. Then he burst out laughing. The sound was darker, harsher than his earlier laugh had been. “I don’t believe you.”

“You should.” Leisurely, she stood, and he did too, springing upward with a catlike quickness that had her wondering if he had ever been truly relaxed that evening, or if his appearance had been disingenuous.

Disingenuous. She liked that word to describe him. It fit. On the surface, he was smooth charm with everybody else at the Tower, cloaking the blade that she knew lived inside him.

Genuinely curious, she asked, “How did you and Kitty Lawyer get along?”

“Who?” He looked blank.

“The chick you were with the night of the sentinel party. Wyr lioness, lawyer. Painted nails, high heels and possessive.” Kitty Lawyer had licked his chin too. Aryal’s smile soured. She’d forgotten that until just now.

He made a slicing gesture. “Not the topic at hand, sunshine. The topic you brought up, I might add. Unless you’re just throwing things out there at random to see if you can get a rise out of me.”

Mmmm. A rise. That sounded like fun. She turned away from temptation and forced herself to concentrate on what they were talking about. “I meant what I said.”

“Now you’re f**king around with me. You know you couldn’t do it.” He came around the table at her.

His predatory instinct had kicked in. Ooh, she should probably flutter around and act all flustered. Instead her eyes widened. “Not any more than you could?”

He circled her, as if assessing her physical attributes. “We’ve been down this road already.”

“Have we?” He had reached her back, where he paused, standing in utter silence. He was trying to rattle her. It wasn’t working. She stood still, arms crossed, in an appearance of relaxation while inside, adrenaline kicked in. Okay, maybe it was working a little. “I propose a different turn down that road. But of course, if you’re not interested, we can stop talking about it right now and hit the sack.”

He was interested. She could sense it pouring off him. He circled around to face her again, appearing casual again, except she knew better. The pulse at the base of his jaw pounded. He drawled, “I’m listening.”