“You have doubts?”
“About his identity? I hardly could after tonight’s display. For the period in between? Well, he’s never been terribly well acquainted with the truth.”
That was very diplomatic, I said silently to Ethan, and felt his answering warmth.
I am trying to remember, as a wise vampire once told me, that I am more than he tried to make me.
I’d been that vampire and appreciated the shout-out.
“So, what’s the next step?” Mallory asked.
“I told him to leave the city,” Ethan said. “I suspect he won’t.”
“And why’s he here?” Catcher asked.
Ethan sighed, draped an arm along the back of the couch. “Hard to say at this early point, but add power, revenge, and possessiveness to the list. He said he wouldn’t leave, but I’m not yet sure if that’s because he wants to irritate me, finagle his way into our House and finances, or both.”
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“Children,” Ethan said, standing and glancing at his watch. “Dawn is coming soon, and I think we’ve had plenty of excitement for one night.”
“Yes,” Luc said, rising at the obvious signal. “Let that be a lesson to you about attempting to leave the House and have a private life.”
“We’ll keep our relationship purely professional in the future,” I promised, which earned scoffs from all three of them.
“Tell that to the man who defended your honor with French and a blade earlier this evening,” Malik said. He had a valid point.
Reminded of the blade, Ethan walked across the room, plucked it from the wall with a fist, slipped it into a nearby drawer. “Let’s reconvene at dusk to discuss what we’ve learned about Balthasar, what we may need to prepare for.”
“On it, hoss,” Luc said, then glanced at me. “Assuming your ‘purely professional’ schedule allows, you’ve got small blade practice tomorrow.”
Of course I did. Because God forbid I missed a night of Luc90X.
“She’ll see you then,” Ethan assured them. And the second they were gone, his arm was around my waist, and he’d snugged me against the hard line of his body.
Before I could react, his mouth was on mine, firm and possessive, passionate and insistent. He pushed me beyond thinking, into that sweet oblivion where there was only sensation, only the feel and smell and taste of him.
When he pulled back, nipping my lip in a final tease, both of us were breathing heavily.
“Always remember,” he said. “Real lust beats old magic any day.”
There was applause from the doorway. I turned around, found Catcher and Mallory offering a slow clap at the sight of us.
Chapter Four
BOSOM BUDDIES
“What was I saying about lust beating magic?” Ethan asked quietly, and I patted his chest.
“Down, boy,” I said, and waved them in.
“We heard you’ve had an evening,” Catcher said. “Malik called Chuck, gave him a heads-up. We were closer to the House, so we stopped by to check in on things. Balthasar, eh?”
“So it seems.”
“Magic?”
“As you’d expect,” Ethan said, and slid his gaze to me. “And glamour that managed to penetrate Merit’s defenses.”