Keegan answered for her: “A druid chucked her across the room, and I think he hit her with magic. It’s not healing right and she’s in more pain than she shouldbe.”
“Did you bring a scale?” sheasked.
Keegan pulled a small vial from his pocket. “One for Nadine and two to sellyou.”
She smiled and patted his hand. “You boys are good to me.” She must have just noticed the coloring of one of the scales, because she gasped. “Red?”
Keegan flicked his eyebrows my way and Eva nodded,impressed.
I wanted to stay and see how in the hell she was going to heal Nadine with a dragon scale. But Logan was pulling me to the back of the office, where a spiral staircase led to an upperfloor.
“Why does Eva need a scale to heal Nadine?” I asked Logan as we made our way up the steps. She was some powerful Sorceress, right? Couldn’t she just magic the injuryaway?
Logan walked in front of me and I tried my hardest not to stare at his impressivebutt.
“Druid magic is powerful. It will slowly eat away at Nadine and she’ll die. The only thing to counteract it is dragon healing. Thescale.”
“Weird. You can’t just do the glowing green thing and heal her?” I asked as we reached the top of thestaircase.
He chuckled patronizingly at me, as if I was some newbie. “No,” was all heoffered.
Speaking of the druid reminded me of something. “Oh, Logan…” I stopped on the stairs and he turned to face me. “That druid … when you put me in the dragon sleep. I … dreamt about him. The bald head, the redtattoo…”
Logan didn’t look shocked, just firmly nodded. “Dragon magic. Sometimes we have prophetic dreams. Let me know if you dream about another one again,okay?”
I simply nodded, in shock that I had the ability to have propheticdreams.
The top of the stairs opened into a swanky open loft. A kitchen lay against the far wall to the right, living area in the middle, and a large four-poster bed behind a shoji screen to theleft.
As Logan led me to the bathroom, I wondered how he knew his way around this place so well. He was totally a player. I would be too if I looked that good naked. He turned to face me and I simply raised an eyebrow. “You sure know your way aroundhere.”
He must have known what I was thinking, because he made a disgusted face. “Eww, no. For all intents and purposes, Eva is my mother. She’s known me since I was a youngling. Back when my parents were stillalive.”
Oh. His parents were gone. Now I felt a little bad. “Okay. Cool.” I tried to act like I didn’t care, but then I thought it would be fun to mess with him. “Is Monica like your mom too?” I winked, taking the purple bikini from his outstretchedhands.
He blew air through his teeth. “Monica was a really bad oversight. I blame Keegan and his heavy hand in mixing mydrinks.”
I smiled and shook my head.Men.So predictable. Before I reached the door, his arm snaked out and grabbed mine, gently forcing me to facehim.
“I’mnotthat kind of guy, just so you know.” His eyes were boring into mine, but all I could think about was the warm, light pressure on my wrist. My dragon sent a pulse of throbbing heat to my groin and I bit my tongue in an effort to distractmyself.
“Okay,” Isaid.
He released my arm and shrugged. “Living forever gets lonely. You’llsee.”
My mouth popped open. “Excuse me, I think the club music is too loud. Did you sayforever?”
Logan looked like he’d been caught. “Oh. I thought you knew. Or assumed. You’re immortal unlesskilled.”
“Fabulous,” was all I could say as I stumbled into the bathroom to wash liquor and wolf piss off of my body with magic black soap. Life was really taking me for a ridetoday.
5
AFTER SOAPING MYSELFhead to toe in this weird black soap that had been shrink-wrapped in Eva’s top drawer, I dried off and put the purple bikini on. This was so not how I wanted to end this day—walking out in front of Logan and the bitchy Sophie in a freaking stripperbikini.
Logan’s voice came through the door. “Once Eva does the spell, I can give you my shirt. But you can’t have my scent on you for thespell.”
“Okay,” I said to the door. Frick! I hated this. I had a nice body. I mean, I was so pale you could see my blue veins, but that was the Irish in me. I was thin, not exactly athletic—things jiggled when I walked—but I liked what I saw in the mirror. Still, I didn’t have much self-confidence for this sort of stuff. My best friend from college, who was currently in Europe with her parents, called me Modest Mary because I was too serious with this type of thing. I didn’t own a cleavage shirt or shorts that let my ass cheeks hang out. God, I missed Jen right about now. She would crap herself if she knew what had been goingon.
