Page 44 of The Seer

“Follow us, fella.” Taryn tugged him along. “Brenna’s our Pied Piper.”

“I’m going to wring her neck,” he muttered.

Eoin took exception. “The feck you are!”

“He means Narissa,” Taryn soothed. “He’s mad because she didn’t do as he ordered and teleported away.”

Creed glared. “Whose side are you on, traitor?”

She squeezed his arm. “I’m on the side of truth. Now, hush.”

Two minutes later, they were inside a study that looked like it belonged in the Beast’s castle. Taryn half expected Mrs. Potts and her son, Chip, to cruise in and sing Tale As Old As Time.

“Wow! I’m in love,” she gushed, forgetting everything to stroke the gold velvet sofa and take in the majestic room with its dome ceiling and sparkling chandeliers. “Now I know why you never showed me this place, Brenna. Sorry, but I’m never leaving here again.”

She felt Fintan mere seconds before his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Aye, and I’d love nothin’ better,aoibhneas mo croí,” he murmured in her ear.

“This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with this room,” she said pertly, peeling his arm away and facing him. “But if I have to sleep with you to get it, I will.”

His grin flashed. “It will require a daily shag.”

“It would definitely be worth it,” she breathed with another longing look around.

“I don’t mind if ya only want me for these books.”

Meeting his dancing eyes, she grinned. “Just so you’re okay with the knowledge.”

“Now that’s out of the way, can I snog ya, then?”

Mesmerized by his teasing light, she leaned into him.

Creed shoved the flat of his hand between them.

“Where the hell did Narissa go?” he snapped.

Taryn couldn’t say she wasn’t grateful for the interruption. All her objections and indignation about Fintan ghosting her had flown out the window. It was difficult to say which seduced her more: the library or his roguish charm.

She suspected the latter.

What the hell was wrong with her? Where was her spine?

Fintan opened his mouth, but Narissa stepped from a private room off to their left. Behind her was the “dungeon” Taryn had envisioned in her head.

“Calm yourself, sugar. There’s no need to get your boxers twisted up,” Narissa said, giving Creed an admonishing look.

“I don’t wear boxers, as you well know,” he growled.

The jaws of everyone present dropped, except the two bickering.

Brenna rushed over and tugged Taryn’s arm. “Did he just admit they were once lovers?”

“He did,” she replied in a low voice. “I’ve been waiting for this explosion.” She glanced up at Fintan. “Speaking of, what shook the house?”

“A spell gone awry.” He gave her a considering look. “I’ve an idea, and I’m hopin’ you’ll help me.”

“What do you need?”

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