“Yup. I was wandering through a cave and I stumbled across a magic lamp. One good stroke and poof, out popped the genie.”
As she said the words, Wynn frantically rubbed the stone. She had only minutes to make the jump back before the thread vanished.
“I don’t believe in genies,” he growled.
“Then maybe it was a leprechaun. Or a unicorn.”
He studied her with a grim expression. “Do you know what I find interesting?”
“My sparkling personality?”
“In both stories you mention a cave.”
Wynn froze. Shit. He was the first to notice. Yet another reason to disappear ASAP.
“I have a lot of stories.”
“Is that where you encountered the magic?”
“Seriously I have no idea what you’re yakking about.”
The eyes lightened back to mist, his power brushing over her skin like a caress.
“If you give it to me, I swear I’ll allow you to walk away and never bother you again.”
Maybe she wanted to be bothered... No, no, no. She wanted to get the hell out of there.
“Allowme to walk away? Who made you the boss?”
His gaze moved to the brick wall behind her. “I’m the boss because you’re trapped.”
“You say trapped. I say momentarily inconvenienced.”
He heaved a loud sigh. As if she were being unreasonably difficult. “I’ve been watching you for days, you know.”
“You mean spying on me, creeper.”
“So I know your tricks.”
Wynn felt the thread tighten, preparing to yank her back. She flashed a mocking smile.
“Stupid male. You should never tell a woman she’s lost her mystery. No wonder you’re forced to stalk and corner strangers in dark corners to get your yee-haws.”
Something flared in the misty gray eyes, but it wasn’t anger. It was something perilously close to fascination.
“You truly are unique,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her.
Wynn snorted. “That’s the only thing we can agree on.”
He studied her for a long moment, as if he were silently reminding himself she was the enemy. It seemed to work, as he lifted a hand and laid it flat against the barrier. Instantly sparks danced around his fingers, his magic sizzling against her shield.
“I’d hoped we could keep this civil. I’m not a barbarian despite the reputations of my people.”
“Your people? You mean vampires?”
She threw out the question, already knowing he wasn’t a leech. Just as she somehow sensed he wasn’t going to like being mistaken for one. She was right. His breath hissed between clenched teeth.
“Dragons.”
