Page 29 of Dragon Touched
He’d enchanted it with anever lostspell years ago, so it made no sense it chose tonight to go missing.
Throwing a window open, he breathed in cleansing, rain-filled air.
Lightning ripped across the sky, and he sent the rising magic in his blood to the clouds. The feel of power rushing from his body to connect with the water molecules in the air was bliss.
Must think about this rationally. I need to cast a finding spell. That’ll show its location.
Feeling better, he went to one of the three bookshelves and pulled out a worn blue spell book. He threw another log onto the fire, then sat at the desk in the middle of the room and thumbed through the pages until he found the enchantment.
Cyan shifted in his cage, then tucked his head under a wing and closed his eyes.
After reading through the book several times, he took a small dagger from a pocket, nicked his thumb, and let a drop of blood fall into a nearby candle’s flame.
He read the tome’s words aloud, the foreign syllables flowing throughout the room.
A trail of golden light appeared and slipped under the door.
Ecstatic, he sucked his thumb, shut the book, and pulled the robe tighter.
Relief flooded through him at knowing he was about to locate the precious piece. His salvation was near—he could feel it.
When he stepped across the threshold, the meandering trail veered across the hall and led to the guest room, which happened to be the quarters Sacha had been assigned.
No, surely, she didn’t have it. The memory of her eyes flitting to his chest and the small smirk playing about her little mouth made his jaws tighten.
If that little siren stole it, she’ll regret the day she crossed me.
Standing outside her door, he took a deep breath. Should he knock? Of course not, it was his dwelling, after all. Instead, he murmured an invisibility spell and watched his body shimmer out of focus.
From cheek to cheek, a predatory smile formed. He dipped a hand into one of the robe’s pockets and fingered the silky blindfold and metal shackles. If she’d absconded with his ring, he would make her pay for the treachery all night long.
Chapter 17
Sacha
Sachatossedandturned,then punched a couple of pillows.
Wincing, she rubbed the small of her back. The uncomfortable sensation was beginning to turn to outright pain. It felt like there was a tennis ball crushed against her spine, and she debated sleeping on the floor.
Lord knows it’d be more comfortable.
One of the floorboards near the bed creaked, and she stilled, listening for any other sounds. Her heart slowed. This old tower probably settled all night long with the cooling night air.
She wadded a pillow in her hands and tucked it under her hips. Maybe the extra cushion would allow some respite.
With a thicker buffer, the padding seemed to help somewhat, though not enough, and her thoughts drifted to the blond-headed man named Fin.
Coolness settled over her closed eyes, and she sighed. This in-between floating of sleep and wakefulness was like sitting on a cloud. Or, it would be, if the mattress didn’t feel like it had a marble the size of a bowling ball smack dab in the middle.
Her thoughts drifted. The feel of the little silver scar when it had brushed against her top lip sent a shiver of heat to her chest, and she imagined licking it again. It had been rough and smooth at the same time, a contradiction which made her toes curl. Those scarlet eyes peered into her soul, and she wanted to bare herself to him, let his gaze ravish her like a fire eating its path along her flesh.
A hand slipped into her panties, and she moaned.
The touch was hot, and she froze. Citrus and male cologne assaulted her nose.
Am I dreaming?
Her eyes opened but darkness awaited. When had the room went totally black?
