He’s so fucking hot.
Desire and misery coiled together inside her. She shoved them both away and nodded towards the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”
“There’s no need.”
“I’m getting myself one.”
“Then a water, please.”
She hid a frown. At work, she knew exactly what sort of boutique whisky he drank, exactly how he took his coffee, and made sure they were always ready before he knew he wanted them.
Now he was hesitating to ask her for water?
She got the drinks and sat down opposite him, looking at him more carefully.
He looked exhausted.
Maya rubbed her thumb against her forefinger anxiously. He shouldn’t look exhausted. He should look … sneaky, and cunning, and excited by the chance to do sneaky, cunning, draconic things. Unless he was brooding. Sexily.No, don’t think that.
But that was the Corin she’d known when she worked for him, even if she didn’t know why he was like that. He’d never encountered a problem he didn’t jump at with what she now recognized as draconically possessive enthusiasm.
“I am sorry.”
She looked up sharply. “What?”
He averted his eyes, his mouth twisted. Which went some way towards shaking her from the shock of hearing Corin Blackburn apologize foranything.
He kept his voice low. “When I thought it was only a single lost treasure, there was still a chance—”
“A chance that what?”
His expression, already grim, froze over. “I will need to involve my clan in this. It will be impossible to keep the thefts secret.”
He’d wanted to keep it quiet. Of course he did.Shewanted to keep it quiet, too. So why did his words make her squirm with something like shame?
Oh.
Oh,shit.
Because the thief had to be another dragon. A dragon who’d sent treasure toher.
And there was one dragonintimatelyconnected to her that—
That it wasimpossiblefor the thief to be.
Tomás’s father.
She was going to have to tell him the truth.
“Maya?”
“Mr. Blackburn,” she replied automatically.
“You don’t look well.”
“It’s nothing. Well, you know, not nothing. This whole thing is ridiculous,” she said, taking refuge in anger. “Fine. Involve your clan. Go off and search your vaults for evidence—”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes narrowed to thin slits. “You have no problem with me involving others in this search?”
