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through the entire building, yelling her name, his powerful muscles carrying him right to her. All the while, his heart had been beating out of his chest, worry choking him and threatening to break him in half, like it had done more than a dozen times over the last few days. He’d lost count of how many times he’d got stark raving mad at his princess, but there was little he could do about it other than try and make her stop. Enough was enough.
    “No, you agreed that I should stop. I didn’t agree to anything,” Gemma said, dangling the dragon stone on a long chain. It seemed to suck the light out of the air around it, and when Gemma palmed it again, Devon was almost relieved to see it put away. The magic it held was dark and ancient, but truthfully, given the choice of running around because she wanted to irritate him versus not having her keep the dragon stone and potentially be in danger without him knowing about it, he’d take the former every time.
    Devon walked across the stone floor, his footsteps heavy. A bead of sweat that he didn’t bother wiping away glistened on his brow. Let her see how she made him worry. Perhaps it would do her good, since she obviously wasn’t going to pay heed to anything else.
    “And why is that?” he queried, quirking a brow at his princess. She was dressed in black pants and a form-fitting blue blouse that plunged low on her ample cleavage. It made his mouth water, and he could see himself peeling those layers of clothes off of her and finally tasting her in earnest. All the more pity that he had decided to try and behave.
    “Well, if you’re going to keep me hostage here, I might as well amuse myself somehow,” Gemma said, twirling the chain and the dragon stone around her fingers. He cringed and caught her hand, placing the dragon stone back in her palm and closing it around the pendant. The little gasp she let out as he touched her skin didn’t go unnoticed by him.
    “This is not a toy, princess. I gave it to you to protect you until I can…”
    “Until you can what?” she asked, a little bit breathless. He liked hearing that little tremor in her voice that told him that she was reacting to him just as he was to her.
    “Until I don’t need it any more to know when you’re in danger.”
    “How’s that going to hap… oh.” Devon chuckled at her curiosity and then the face she made at the realization. He wasn’t going to correct her guess. He didn’t mind her imagining him in whatever way she was imagining him right then and there. If anything, he preferred knowing that her mind could wander down that path, though he’d guessed as much from the way she’d kissed him back.
    The distance between them was scarce at best, and on an impulse, Devon slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, pressing her against his hard body. She squirmed a little, and his fingers spread on the small of her back, letting his heat travel through her. Her green eyes shimmered as she looked at him, and for a moment, they seemed to be shining brighter than all the gold in the caverns. Gemma’s hands were resting on his chest, and she pushed against him just a little, enough to make him want to pin those wrists down and ravage her right on the roof.
    Behave, the annoying little voice reminded him. He was beginning to hate that voice. He would have much rather gone with the ancient rites – just spread her on a pile of gold and ram into her until she couldn’t help but love him. That’s how the forefathers had done it. Every time he had to deal with her petulant personality, he saw more and more worth in following tradition rather than forging his own painful path.
    “Now, how about you stop toying around with the dragon stone and tell me what it is that you want, Gem? There must be a reason why you keep making me run after you, searching through the house and worrying sick for you several times a day. What is it that you desire?” he asked, trying to keep his voice