“Oh, shoot!” I hurried into my dressing room. “Thor probably brought Brevyn back. I hope nothing's happened.”
“What could have happened?”
I looked over my shoulder to grimace at him. “You never know with Brev.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I'm so sorry,” Thor said as soon as Trevor and I stepped into the dining hall.
“No, I'm sorry,” Re said. “I was the one who took you out there.”
“It's fine. No harm done. Well, besides a little singed wolf fur,” I said as I looked around the room. “Where's Brevyn?”
“He's outside.”
“Is he okay? Why did you bring him back?”
“He's fine, Vervain,” Thor said. “Please, sit down.”
I finally looked at Thor. He was red-cheeked and stiff-backed.
“Thor, it's really fine. I don't care that you saw us.”
Thor cleared his throat. “I do. That isnotsomething I wanted to witness.”
I sank into a chair. “Right. Then I'm sorry you had to see that.”
“Let's just move past the apologies.” Thor waved his hand. “Vervain, may I speak with you alone?”
I lifted my brows, glanced at my husbands, then said, “Of course. Uh, I'm sure there's a room down here that we can use. It will be more private than the dining hall.”
I got up, and Thor followed me out to the corridor, then down it. I opened the door of the first room we came to, but it was the guest room where we'd put Salem's trunk. That wouldn't have been a problem but since it was a bedroom, there was also a bed in it, and I didn't want to make Thor any more uncomfortable than he already was.
“Uh, let's try another. Maybe one across the hall. Those have windows.” I took us to the next door on the left, which was a bit of a walk since it was past the dining hall and the kitchen. “Here we go. Much nicer.”
I waved Thor into a bright room done in Moroccan décor, with low sofas, brass tables, and multicolored lanterns hanging from the gilded ceiling. The curtains were pulled back to let in the afternoon light, the gold thread in their fabric glinting. I closed the door and went to the sofa set within the window nook, bordered by elaborately carved wood panels done in Moroccan designs.
“This reminds me of your house in Hawaii,” Thor said.
“Yeah, just nicer.” I grinned and waved toward the spot beside me.
Thor joined me on the sofa, resting an arm on a cylindrical pillow. “What kind of magic does Brevyn have?”
The question threw me a little. “Um, I thought you knew that he has Borrowing magic?”
“I do know about that. It's how he can transform into a dragon, correct?”
“That's right. Did he go dragon on you?”
“No.” He cleared his throat and stretched his shoulders. “Is that the only magic he has?”
“No, of course not. I had to give him god magic . . .” I trailed off as I saw Thor's face tense. “Oh, no. Has he done something wrong?”
“What magic does he have, Vervain?”
“I gave him my Love magic, but he's never used it. At least, I don't think he has. Damn, I should probably teach him how to use it properly.”
“I believe he's learning on his own.” He met my stare, then looked away.
