Cyns eyes widened even more, and she was sure she was beginning to look comical. “You didn’t.”
Peri’s wicked grin said enough but she added the words anyway. “Let’s just say that the Alpha of the Romania pack is currently damning me to every version of hell there is.”
“Was it really necessary to taunt him?” Alina asked, clucking her tongue.
“He was making you do all the work,” Peri argued.
Cyn was choking on absolutely nothing as she stared back and forth between the high fae and Alina. “Peri, please tell me you did not interrupt them.” She paused, unsure of how to voice what she feared.
“Good grief, woman. They weren’t in the throes of passion.” She paused. “At least not yet. Alina was giving Vasile a back massage. But we all know what starts out as a back massage quickly turns into a massage of the unmentionables.”
“And what exactly did you taunt him about?” Cyn asked slowly, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
“I told him to quit being a lazy lover and to push his own weight.” She winked at Cyn. “Notice what I did there? Push his own weight instead of pull his own weight.”
Cyn pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think when you found out you had a werewolf for a true mate, you slipped over the edge of crazy that you stay precariously perched on.”
Alina cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the two fae. “As nice as it is to hear Peri’s wit with sexual innuendos, and to see you, of course, Cyn, could someone please tell me why I was flashed away from my bed in the middle of the night?”
“Cyn is having male problems. And though the problem isn’t with a fur ball, you are the wisest woman I know—besides myself, of course. But I figure two wise women are better than one.”
“Alina, I am so very sorry. There was no reason for Peri to drag you from your evening.” Cyn apologized to the Alpha she-wolf then turned to Peri. “Take her back.”
Peri crossed her arms and raised a single brow at her. “Funny thing about being me, I don’t take orders. From anyone.”
“Yes. We all find that to be simply hilarious,” Cyn quipped.
“Cyn.” Alina’s gentle voice interrupted. “Has something happened between you and Thalion?”
Cyn looked down at her hands, fidgeting and trying hard to push back the tears that suddenly welled up. Alina was one of those precious few women whose gentle voice could coax out emotions as easily as the wind puffs out the sails of a ship. “He wants more than I can give.”
“What exactly does he want?” Alina asked as she stepped closer to the fae, gently lifting her face to look up.
Cyn answered as single tear slid down her cheek. “Everything.”
Chapter 4
“I could no more give you up than I could will the world to stand still.” ~ Thalion
“Continue,” Reeve said, his voice rough with emotion.
Thalion stared at nothing as his mind led him through the past.
Her voice was not sharp or cold. It was simply a statement of fact. Thalion was indeed neither of the things she had said—a strong drink or a warm bed. He nearly laughed out loud. The words should have sounded sarcastic and probably would have coming from anyone else, but not from the female standing in front of him.
“Fair enough,” Thalion acquiesced. “Forgive my abruptness. I was under the impression I was going to be meeting with Alston. Am I correct in presuming you are the ambassador for the high fae council in his stead?”
“You are.”
“May I have your name?”
“I am called Cyn.”
Thalion made note of her use of the phrase ‘I am called.’ Often those of great power used the words ‘I am called’ to keep another magical being from having power over them by the use of their true name. He wondered if, perhaps, Cyn was short for something else.
“And what are you called?” Cyn asked him.
For a moment, Thalion said nothing. He had to replay the fae’s words in his mind several times before they sank in. He’d been so focused on her lips as they moved, the sounds simply didn’t register. Her lips were plump and pink, and Thalion was pretty sure her words had been something like,Please taste my lips, Thalion. He shook his head and pushed away the lust-shrouded thoughts.
