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“ Ronan .” Mara’s glare turned fiercer when Dash tipped his head back and laughed. Really, the male species was so damn juvenile.
The remainder of the meal proved a study in patience for Mara. In between her mental grumblings she swallowed down the thick, hearty stew and rearranged the pickled beets in her salad. When the server girl returned with a carafe of red wine, compliments of the house, Mara gave up eating and contemplated the allure of getting rip-roaring drunk. Maybe inebriation would block out Piper’s constant jabbering and Ronan’s sexist, tongue-dragging adulation of the server’s breasts. But mostly she wanted to dull the delicious appeal of Dash.
No matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn’t let her forget the silky texture of his skin or the dark, wet pleasure of his mouth. The traitorous responses of her body were just one more reason why reaching Mer’daca and fetching the blasted rune were top priority.
She frowned at the reminder of the mysterious prize responsible for their mission. “I wish I knew more about the Rhyann rune.” Or more precisely, why Nalia wants it.
“What do you want to know?” Dash grabbed another slice of bread and slathered it with the rich honey butter mounded inside the provided crock.
Settling her elbow on the table, Mara rested her chin in her hand. She stared broodingly into the claret depths of her wineglass. “Well, for starters, it’d be nice to know what makes it so damn special.”
“It’s a charging stone.” Dash sank his teeth into the slice of bread. “Only one in existence.”
She jerked her head up and stared at him. Irritation sizzled in her veins. “You son of a bitch. I thought you didn’t have any information on the rune other than it being a priceless stone.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“You did. When we standing in Rulach’s kitchen.” Mara’s temper escalated to full boil. At the moment, it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to grab the wine carafe and club him over the head.
“Oh yes.” He nodded, appearing not the least bit contrite. “I suppose being kidnapped momentarily blocked my memory.”
How convenient . Mara pinched her lips tight and drummed her fingers against the tabletop. “What did you mean when you called the Rhyann rune a charging stone?”
“For magic. Any practitioner in possession of the rune can use it to power up their spells.” Dash meticulously wiped each finger clean with his napkin. Once he completed his task, he leaned back in his seat. “Mind you, this is all secondhand information. I’ve never seen the rune in action.”
“Are you saying Nalia intends to use the rune for a spell?” Mara frowned. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would a fairy with magic coming out her ears need to work a common spell?”
Dash shot a look towards Ronan. Apparently satisfied the driver was still preoccupied with the server girl’s breasts, he turned back to her. “She would if she no longer possesses her magic.”
The statement made Mara blink. “What would make you think such a thing?”
“Let’s just say I have my suspicions.”
Mara’s head spun with questions she had no answers for. She reached for her wine and drained most of it in a long swallow. A strange buzzing reverberated in her head, making her woozy. Too much wine and lack of sleep were taking their toll. She plunked her goblet down, upsetting the remaining dregs sloshing in the base. “I’m going up to bed.”
“I’ll join you.” An ugly scraping sound squealed from Dash’s chair when he shoved from the table.
She pinned him with an incredulous stare. “The hell you will.”
His eyes twinkled. “I don’t mean literally join you in bed. But the idea holds great appeal, now that you mention it.”
Her breath fluttered in her chest. Damn him, he would fill her head with images of them twined beneath the sheets. “Stay. I don’t need an escort.”
Dash gave a pointed stare to
“ Ronan .” Mara’s glare turned fiercer when Dash tipped his head back and laughed. Really, the male species was so damn juvenile.
The remainder of the meal proved a study in patience for Mara. In between her mental grumblings she swallowed down the thick, hearty stew and rearranged the pickled beets in her salad. When the server girl returned with a carafe of red wine, compliments of the house, Mara gave up eating and contemplated the allure of getting rip-roaring drunk. Maybe inebriation would block out Piper’s constant jabbering and Ronan’s sexist, tongue-dragging adulation of the server’s breasts. But mostly she wanted to dull the delicious appeal of Dash.
No matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn’t let her forget the silky texture of his skin or the dark, wet pleasure of his mouth. The traitorous responses of her body were just one more reason why reaching Mer’daca and fetching the blasted rune were top priority.
She frowned at the reminder of the mysterious prize responsible for their mission. “I wish I knew more about the Rhyann rune.” Or more precisely, why Nalia wants it.
“What do you want to know?” Dash grabbed another slice of bread and slathered it with the rich honey butter mounded inside the provided crock.
Settling her elbow on the table, Mara rested her chin in her hand. She stared broodingly into the claret depths of her wineglass. “Well, for starters, it’d be nice to know what makes it so damn special.”
“It’s a charging stone.” Dash sank his teeth into the slice of bread. “Only one in existence.”
She jerked her head up and stared at him. Irritation sizzled in her veins. “You son of a bitch. I thought you didn’t have any information on the rune other than it being a priceless stone.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“You did. When we standing in Rulach’s kitchen.” Mara’s temper escalated to full boil. At the moment, it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to grab the wine carafe and club him over the head.
“Oh yes.” He nodded, appearing not the least bit contrite. “I suppose being kidnapped momentarily blocked my memory.”
How convenient . Mara pinched her lips tight and drummed her fingers against the tabletop. “What did you mean when you called the Rhyann rune a charging stone?”
“For magic. Any practitioner in possession of the rune can use it to power up their spells.” Dash meticulously wiped each finger clean with his napkin. Once he completed his task, he leaned back in his seat. “Mind you, this is all secondhand information. I’ve never seen the rune in action.”
“Are you saying Nalia intends to use the rune for a spell?” Mara frowned. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would a fairy with magic coming out her ears need to work a common spell?”
Dash shot a look towards Ronan. Apparently satisfied the driver was still preoccupied with the server girl’s breasts, he turned back to her. “She would if she no longer possesses her magic.”
The statement made Mara blink. “What would make you think such a thing?”
“Let’s just say I have my suspicions.”
Mara’s head spun with questions she had no answers for. She reached for her wine and drained most of it in a long swallow. A strange buzzing reverberated in her head, making her woozy. Too much wine and lack of sleep were taking their toll. She plunked her goblet down, upsetting the remaining dregs sloshing in the base. “I’m going up to bed.”
“I’ll join you.” An ugly scraping sound squealed from Dash’s chair when he shoved from the table.
She pinned him with an incredulous stare. “The hell you will.”
His eyes twinkled. “I don’t mean literally join you in bed. But the idea holds great appeal, now that you mention it.”
Her breath fluttered in her chest. Damn him, he would fill her head with images of them twined beneath the sheets. “Stay. I don’t need an escort.”
Dash gave a pointed stare to
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