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He stilled. Crimson irises searched her face, and a faint scowl pulled at his mouth.
“Oh, red wine? Wonderful.” She held out a hand. “Don’t mind if I do.”
A pause, then he passed it to her waiting fingers. His eyebrows scrunched, as if he tried to guess her game.
The gold felt warm against her skin, and she fought an urge to yank it out and wave it under his nose.
She sipped the wine. Thinking of his response, her smile widened, and a pleasant clench tightened her belly.
Chapter 10
Fin
EuphorialitSacha’sfacelike a firework in the dead of night.
Fin’s breath stopped, and his heart stuttered. Though he’d tried his best to irritate her with the meal choice, somehow, she’d managed to overlook the slight and seemed to be enjoying herself.
Setting his glass atop the table, he seated himself and propped his chin onto a palm. He reminded himself to breathe, to not be taken in by such a radiant smile, to not think of her as anything more than a key out of this irritating, exasperating place.
Though he’d lived in the present-day United States for years, he longed for the quiet ofErbse. This female—correction, thisbeautiful, intriguingyoung woman—could be his ticket to freedom, and he would do whatever it took to coerce her help, even if it meant bondage and enchantment.
Cyan’s body shifted inside the robe, and Fin discreetly moved a hand to tap the dragon on the nose in warning. Earlier, the little bugger had threatened to scream if Fin didn’t allow him to observe dinner.
I don’t want to scare her away,Fin thought.
“This”—Sacha pointed to the wine—“is some of the best I’ve ever had. What brand is it?” She forked some zucchini and onions, then slid them between her rose-colored lips and chewed.
Her movements enthralled Fin, fluid and decisive, no fake coyness with this little princess.
Snap out of it, sod. She’s just a girl—who happens to be the daughter of my worst enemy. One who makes my cock hard, and my blood sizzle.
“This”—he took a sip and swallowed, using the time to slow his pulse—“has no brand. I made it myself. America has horrid wine choices.”
“Oh.” She scrunched her little nose, brown eyes breaking the stare, then lifted the glass to her lips again. “Hmm. For some reason, it doesn’t taste as good now.”
He swallowed a laugh. “Is that so?”
A small drop of red liquid beaded on her lip before her tongue flicked it away with its little pink tip.
Power began to increase within his blood, and he tried to focus on releasing the overbuild.
Control yourself, fool.
A flash of purple lightning reflected through a window, and its corresponding thunder rumbled several miles away.
Fin closed his eyes, touched the tip of a finger to the stone wall next to him, and released the magic to leak outside.
The storm wouldn’t break until his business with this girl was over. If it passed, he knew she’d leave at once, and that couldn’t happen—even if he had to take drastic measures.
He poked a couple of fingers into the pocket with the manacles, reminding himself he had the upper hand.
She scooped the vegetables onto the fresh garlic bread and bit. After swallowing, she let out a sigh. “This really is good. Your nanny is a great cook.”
A trickle of pleasure made a corner of his mouth tip, then her words replayed in his head.“Formernanny.”
“Whatever you say.” Shrugging, she threw a crooked grin in his direction.
Spearing another bite, she twisted the fork, held up the food, then sniffed it for inspection.
