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Her eyelids fluttered open and her mouth curved upward. “You need to find out what she knows about Naxon, Zar.”

“Then there’s that,” he grumbled. “If she is in league with Naxon it will be a breach of trust. The truce between the Mordaines and Zenarians would be over.”

“Does that mean war?”

He didn’t want to consider that possibility. They’d lost too much during the Time of Mourning. No one wanted a repeat. “We will think positive and hope that Queen Lyria doesn’t know anything about Naxon’s attack on me.”

Callie stepped out of his arms and looked down at the dress she still wore. “I need decent clothes for this meeting, Zar. And a shower.”

“We can shower together,” he murmured as he led her to the adjoining bathroom. When he stepped into the room and flipped on the light, Callie pulled up short. “Is there something wrong?” he asked, not liking the way she frowned at him.

“No getting frisky, Zar.” She pointed to the shower. “You’ll get me wet and that’ll distract you. Maybe separate showers? I could use the upstairs shower instead. The one you let me use when I first arrived.”

He tugged her and she lost her footing and landed against him. His wing encircled her. “No separate showers, little dove,” he bit out, hating the idea to even consider it with any real thought. When she began to argue, Zar offered, “I promise to be very good.”

She snorted. “You are terrible at behaving, winged-man.”

He reached behind her and tugged on a lock of her hair. “That’s your fault.”

“How do you figure?”

“You smile and I ache. You laugh and it makes me want to bury cock into your sweet, hot body.”

She firmed her shoulders and gave a mock salute. “So, I’ll keep the smiling and laughing to a minimum. Duly noted.”

He chuckled and released her to turn on the water. “A challenge then. We will see who caves first.” He heard a shuffling of material and Zar turned to find Callie standing nude before him with the gown at her feet. Her breasts were full and tempting, her clit barely visible through the small patch of curls at the apex of her thighs. She put her fists on her hips and cleared her throat. When his gaze found her blue eyes sparkling with mischief Zar knew he’d just been beaten. And it was the most enjoyable defeat in history.

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