Ethan nodded to me, but his eyes changed when he looked at Moira. “Thank you for contacting me.”
Moira shrugged. “Thank you for the delivery yesterday.”
Ethan stared at her for too long.
Whoo boy. Was this how Caelan and I were in the beginning? Because I could light a match off Moira’s arm right now.
“It is the least I could do,” he said after a moment. “Thorvin’s inside?”
I nodded. His land was healed, far greener than it should be for the season. The air was fresh once more, and life bloomed under my feet.
“You’ve done him a great service, Evie.” He touched his hand to his heart. “You have our thanks.”
I inclined my head. “I can visit your property at your convenience.”
Ethan’s eyes burned. “I’m managing,” he said.
I straightened, power blooming along my skin. “Do not make Thorvin’s mistake,” I warned.
His teeth pulled away from his lips in a smile very close to a snarl. “And do not assume I take orders from the fae.” Ethan said the word with ill-concealed disgust.
“Ethan.” Moira watched him, anger sparking in her dark eyes.
His strange gaze flicked to Moira. A muscle in his jaw feathered.
“Thorvin is one of the younger Lords. He’s still prone to mistakes.” He turned his attention to me. “I am not. If I need your assistance, rest assured I will contact you. Until then, you will not enter my territory unless you have my permission.” With a nod, he strode past us and jogged up the stairs to Thorvin’s front door.
Moira let out a slow breath.
“I think that’s the friendliest he’s ever been to me.”
Moira snorted a laugh. “He won’t ever get an award for his personality, that’s for sure.”
I eyed the door Ethan went into. “Soooo,” I drawled, “he’s the kind of man who gets you all hot and bothered.”
Moira shoved a bottle in my hand. “Drink that and shut up. We’re going home.”
I grinned at her and downed the potion in one go.
Time to see my guy.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
The Lords postponed their emergency meeting for two weeks, citing an undisguised illness. Rowan got the message while we were sitting at the breakfast table the next morning.
He held my foot in his lap, stroking an idle hand over the back of my foot. “Do I want to ask what you did?”
“Mmm. Well, I didn’t do much at all. Danu gets most of the credit.”
His eyebrows lifted. “But you did do something?”
“I healed that asshole’s land which more than makes up for his broken nose,” I said primly.
Rowan blinked. “You broke Thorvin’s nose?”
I took another bite of my pancakes. “Mmm hmm. He’s lucky that’s all I did.” Chocolate melted over my tongue. Rowan knew I didn’t like dark or semi-sweet chocolate, so he always made my pancakes with milk chocolate chips. I don’t recall ever telling him my preference, but the guy just noticed things. Tiny things no one ever noticed about me, he’d tucked into his heart and saved.
