moment, he wasn’t certain he’d be able to give a coherent answer. She’d literally shocked him speechless.
Somehow, once again, she’d tamed a beast to her palm.
Intriguing.
“How does she do that?” Kael gasped like a landed fish. “It’s a wonder she’s survived this long.”
Robin growled as Michaela gifted the Fear Dearc with one of her sweet smiles. Amazingly, the Fear Dearc merely smiled back, speaking too softly to be heard over the crowd. Whatever he said caused Michaela to laugh, and that Robin did hear. The sound slithered through him, took up residence in his balls, hardened his cock.
Robin had never met anyone who had such an instant effect on him. And if the Fear Dearc didn’t get his slimy, Black Court hands off of her this instant Robin was going to explode.
Literally.
Fortunately for the Marriott, Michaela took a step back from the man. Perhaps she finally sensed the danger she was in. If so, he…
No. Robin was not that fortunate, was he? When she reached up and patted Raven’s cheek, every light bulb on the convention floor exploded in a shower of glittering, smoky glass. Gasps arose around him as the room went dark.
Well. If the Black Court delegates were unaware of his presence before, they certainly knew of it now.
Kael sighed. “So much for a quiet entrance.”
“Come. We must get you to the conference room before the delegates arrive.” Robin hoped Kael would hear something, anything, from either side that would indicate Prince Evan’s whereabouts. That was the true mission.
Michaela was, may the gods help her, on her own.
For now.
Chapter Six
Lady Cecelia Malmayne sat, not a blonde hair out of place, between the Fear Dearc and Lord Wyght. McNeil, a grimace on his face at odds with his handsome, easygoing appearance, sat next to MacSweeney, their dark heads close as they conferred. Robin was surprised that an each uisge was part of the Black Court’s delegation. Their appetite was legendary. Placing them in close proximity to so many humans could lead to one hell of an incident.
The only saving grace was the lack of water. If this hotel had been on the waterfront, there would have been a bloodbath. Each uisges always took their prey to water, devouring them there and leaving nothing behind, not even bones. While the Delaware River was not that far away, he doubted the each uisge would put itself out, especially in a city as large as Philadelphia. To do so would to risk exposing them to the mortals that surrounded them. Not even the Black Court bitch would condone that.
Robin pulled back from the door before any of the delegates could see him. He might be wearing the guise of Ringo, but he was wary that some might still sense his power. Kael was already in place, once again disguised as a chair. The pert bottom of Lady Beauchene was currently gracing him, surely giving the fellow a thrill.
So far none of the delegates had indicated that they were aware of Robin’s or Kael’s presence, but he hardly expected them to do so. Each delegation chatted amongst themselves with false amity, patiently awaiting the arrival of the arbiter Oberon had sent.
He was not long in coming. Robin watched in shock as Lord Duncan Malmayne-Blackthorn sauntered toward the conference room, his golden good looks nearly eclipsing the red-haired female at his side. “I still think you should have remained in the room.”
Lady Moira Malmayne-Blackthorn, nee Dunne, sister of Leo and Shane Dunne, growled at her Sidhe mate with all the ferocity of her leprechaun blood. “And I told you where you could stuff that idea. You think Jaden and I would allow you into a room alone with Cecelia?”
Duncan rolled his silver-gray eyes. “I’ll hardly be alone, amoureaux .”
“Neither will she.”
It had been a while since Robin had seen someone speak through clenched teeth. Robin hid his smirk behind his hand. His week had just gotten a little bit brighter.
Wait. If Duncan and Moira were here, then
Somehow, once again, she’d tamed a beast to her palm.
Intriguing.
“How does she do that?” Kael gasped like a landed fish. “It’s a wonder she’s survived this long.”
Robin growled as Michaela gifted the Fear Dearc with one of her sweet smiles. Amazingly, the Fear Dearc merely smiled back, speaking too softly to be heard over the crowd. Whatever he said caused Michaela to laugh, and that Robin did hear. The sound slithered through him, took up residence in his balls, hardened his cock.
Robin had never met anyone who had such an instant effect on him. And if the Fear Dearc didn’t get his slimy, Black Court hands off of her this instant Robin was going to explode.
Literally.
Fortunately for the Marriott, Michaela took a step back from the man. Perhaps she finally sensed the danger she was in. If so, he…
No. Robin was not that fortunate, was he? When she reached up and patted Raven’s cheek, every light bulb on the convention floor exploded in a shower of glittering, smoky glass. Gasps arose around him as the room went dark.
Well. If the Black Court delegates were unaware of his presence before, they certainly knew of it now.
Kael sighed. “So much for a quiet entrance.”
“Come. We must get you to the conference room before the delegates arrive.” Robin hoped Kael would hear something, anything, from either side that would indicate Prince Evan’s whereabouts. That was the true mission.
Michaela was, may the gods help her, on her own.
For now.
Chapter Six
Lady Cecelia Malmayne sat, not a blonde hair out of place, between the Fear Dearc and Lord Wyght. McNeil, a grimace on his face at odds with his handsome, easygoing appearance, sat next to MacSweeney, their dark heads close as they conferred. Robin was surprised that an each uisge was part of the Black Court’s delegation. Their appetite was legendary. Placing them in close proximity to so many humans could lead to one hell of an incident.
The only saving grace was the lack of water. If this hotel had been on the waterfront, there would have been a bloodbath. Each uisges always took their prey to water, devouring them there and leaving nothing behind, not even bones. While the Delaware River was not that far away, he doubted the each uisge would put itself out, especially in a city as large as Philadelphia. To do so would to risk exposing them to the mortals that surrounded them. Not even the Black Court bitch would condone that.
Robin pulled back from the door before any of the delegates could see him. He might be wearing the guise of Ringo, but he was wary that some might still sense his power. Kael was already in place, once again disguised as a chair. The pert bottom of Lady Beauchene was currently gracing him, surely giving the fellow a thrill.
So far none of the delegates had indicated that they were aware of Robin’s or Kael’s presence, but he hardly expected them to do so. Each delegation chatted amongst themselves with false amity, patiently awaiting the arrival of the arbiter Oberon had sent.
He was not long in coming. Robin watched in shock as Lord Duncan Malmayne-Blackthorn sauntered toward the conference room, his golden good looks nearly eclipsing the red-haired female at his side. “I still think you should have remained in the room.”
Lady Moira Malmayne-Blackthorn, nee Dunne, sister of Leo and Shane Dunne, growled at her Sidhe mate with all the ferocity of her leprechaun blood. “And I told you where you could stuff that idea. You think Jaden and I would allow you into a room alone with Cecelia?”
Duncan rolled his silver-gray eyes. “I’ll hardly be alone, amoureaux .”
“Neither will she.”
It had been a while since Robin had seen someone speak through clenched teeth. Robin hid his smirk behind his hand. His week had just gotten a little bit brighter.
Wait. If Duncan and Moira were here, then
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