"Ohhhhh!" she tittered then froze as she saw the burning desire in his eyes. "Now? Here?!?"He nodded. "Send Bev home for the night and put the closed sign in the window. I saw a couch in the back room." He suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Can't you feel my heart racing?" He pulled the hand slowly down his chest, over the hard muscles of his stomach and stopped over his growing erection. It was a useful skill to be able to will that into being. "Can't you feel what you're doing to me?" She was gasping and trembling as her fingers squeezed. "I need to be with you! Please!"It was his begging that tipped the balance. The manager marched to the door of the back room and pushed it open. "Bev, I'm closing up early tonight so you can go home now. Quickly, dear."Moments later Bev hustled out of the back room with her purse and jacket, a surprised expression on her face. She glanced over to Nate then rushed out the door.Meredith locked up behind her and flipped t

"What happened to Morris?" Mary asked. "Crushed under a falling dragon," Roy answered. Mary blinked at him. "Crushed by a dragon?" He nodded. "The previous owner of this mansion. There are large caverns under the house where Walter Zhao could drop his glamor and stretch out his wings. He couldn't fly down there, but he could be what he was." At Mary's incredulous stare, he continued. "There aren't a lot of dragons left." "What... what happened to this one?" Roy scowled. "Walter was a slippery one. He tried to do something I'm not at liberty to talk about, under a Hidden Races Council edict. Trust me when I say it was evil on a level that makes Hitler look like a schoolyard bully. Caught us all off guard... except for the witch-" "Ok, who is this witch you keep talking about?" Mary said in frustration. "I'll not speak her name as that might draw her attention," Roy snapped. Mary gave Roy an evaluating look. "Superstitious? "Cautious," he grumbled. "Listen, if you want more inf

He got up and made his way to the doorway, but passing by Camila, she caught his hand."Is everything all right?" she asked.He smiled down at her and Sigrid who were seated next to each other at the dining table. "Yes, I'm ok. I'm just feeling a little tired, so I thought I'd get a little more fresh air before I went to bed." He kissed Camila's hand then lifted Sigrid's to kiss hers as well. Their eyes happily twinkled as he turned to head towards the back of the house.When he opened the back door, he noticed the air temp had dropped, so he pulled a hooded cloak from a nearby closet. While he didn't feel the cold, he knew he had to keep up appearances. Not that there was any expectation of being seen in the private backyard. Still, a good habit to build. He pulled it on but wore it open as he walked outside and followed the path once more to the gazebo. It was quickly becoming his favorite place on the property.He sat next to the railing this time so he could look up at the stars.

"What's wrong?" Sigrid asked as she settled in on the other side."I've gotten used to having my mattress on the floor. Regular beds feel too high now but this one..."She snorted softly and cuddled in against his side. He glanced down at her head on his chest and settled back and the pillow. This was definitely more comfortable than the couch downstairs, but his mind wasn't ready to settle down yet.He was going to find out tomorrow what the Queen wanted in return for the glamors, and he knew, whatever it was, he'd pay it for the sake of his friends.He owed them that much.It took two large SUV's to carry all of the people accompanying Henry to the Queen's Manhattan residence. They pulled into the underground parking and took the ramps to the lowest public level where a gate blocked the next ramp. A surly looking goon stood guard. Roy showed the card Henry handed to him and gestured to the truck following them. The guard returned the card with a nod and raised the gate for them to c

The four Fae wobbled and opened their eyes to glare at the woman on the bench."What happened?" Marisa asked as Queen Mab watched with interest.Joren spoke for them. "You were correct regarding the level of magic for this one. It will only take three mages to protect a fourth who does the work of implanting and binding the glamor. However, her will is abnormally strong. She must allow us in to complete this work!"Tish snorted. "Dayshia? Strong-willed?"The woman in question fixed an eye on her friend. "Hush you! They just caught me off-guard. Now that I know what to expect I should be ok."Joren traded a look with the Queen but received no sympathy from her. He nodded and gestured to the three others who would be his protection. He fixed a stern eye on his patient. "You must work with us, not against us."Marisa leaned over her slightly with a gentle smile. "Remember they are giving you what you want and need. Concentrate on the photo and soak in all of the details," she coached. Da