CHAPTER 3 Excerpt
When his woman had disappeared into the washroom, Uberon exerted a whisper of power to clean and tidy the kitchen. What would have taken an ordinary human minutes to do took him a mere few seconds. When she emerged from cleaning herself, her freshly washed hair bound in a loose braid and her body graced by short cotton pajamas decorated with yellow cats and pink teapots, the former king of the Unseelie Court nearly swallowed his tongue as the urge to take her as his mate slammed into him. She looked and smelled fresh and clean and absolutely delicious.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, imposing stern control upon himself.
“Bathroom’s yours,” she said. “I’ll fetch a blanket for you.”
He nodded and rose from the chair in which he’d been sitting. He watched as she retrieved a blanket and spread it over the sofa cushions.
“You’re a bit tall for that sofa, but beggars can’t be choosers and you’re not sleeping with me,” she said with the hint of a snarl.
He nodded, keeping his expression mild. If he climbed into her bed, she’d not get sleep. Nor would he. He approved of her caution and the distance she seemed determined to maintain.
“Oh, and if it gets cold—” she said and waved her hand. Fire ignited on the hearth. She waved her hand again and the fire vanished. “—feel free to light a fire.”
The corners of Uberon’s lips curled upward in a faint smile at her small display of power. He should have known that fate would not pair him with an unworthy, unequal female. She had power of her own, small power in this blighted world tainted by so much iron, but power nonetheless.
Corinne frowned at his utter lack of astonishment. She’d meant to intimidate him, to let him know that she could protect herself if he decided to attack her. After all, most humans—ordinary humans—couldn’t will fire into existence and dismiss it with a thought. She focused and a cooling breeze flowed through the open windows, the fine mesh screens preventing most insects from entering the cabin.
“Thanks for cleaning up,” she said and walked into her bedroom, half expecting Uberon to follow her.
Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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