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“Or what?” he demanded.

“Dead.”

Morningstar scowled at Dion and wrapped a lanky arm around his mate’s shoulders. “So best guess is, Adric’s inside the court along with Rosana. That’s good news, right? She’s not alone—and neither is he. Because if there’s one thing I know about the night fae, two people together can fight their emotional assaults better than any one person alone.”

Marjani nodded, firmed her chin. “What now?” she asked with a penetrating glance around at the dense forest.

“I’m going to contact my mate.” Dion stared into the trees, his gaze unfocused. “Cleia, minha reina? Can you join us?” To them, he said, “She’s on her way.”

While they waited for the queen to arrive, he told Marjani, “Rui is going to track Adric and Luc to their last known location.”

She nodded. “I contacted Jace Jones, too. He’ll be here in an hour or so.” To Rui, she said, “Fane and I will go with you.”

“I can show you the approximate location of New Moon,” Morningstar offered.

“Thanks, but we know,” Rui replied. “I’ve been inside the court myself. But don’t tell the prince.” Rui’s smile was thin. “He wasn’t aware he had a fada guest.”

The shark fada had taken the form of a smaller fish and entered the compound through a stream.

Morningstar flicked up a single dark brow. “I see.”

Rui turned his hard green eyes on Marjani. “Ready?”

“As soon as I shift.” Returning to her bike, she removed her clothes and shoved them into a saddlebag, and then shifted to a sleek cougar with startling turquoise eyes.

Before they could leave, Cleia ’ported into the clearing. One glance around and her full mouth compressed. “You tracked Rosana this close to New Moon?”

He jerked his chin in assent. “It appears she was kidnapped by an earth fada under a geas. We have to assume she’s inside the court.”

Her beautiful face set. “It appears I need to have talk with Prince Langdon.”

Chapter 33

Rosana pulled Adric closer, angling her body to take him even further inside.

He was hot, lithe, powerful. He fucked her with slow strokes that shot sparks up her spine, out to her fingers and toes.

Her pleasure built. She instinctively tightened her inner muscles around him and discovered that made it even better.

He liked that, too. His whole body went taut, and he muttered, “God’s cat, you feel good,” and thrust harder.

“Yes,” she gasped. “So good.”

His mouth captured hers, sinking his tongue deep, kissing her breathless. When he released her, he curved his body to kiss his way down her throat. His tongue rasped over each of her nipples in turn. She moaned and pressed against him, and he gave each a hard suck.

She hissed and clenched around him. It was like he’d pulled a string leading straight to her clit.

He continued moving. Deliberate, sensuous strokes that were a language in themselves.

I love you.

And I love you.

Between her breasts, the amethyst heated until it felt like another heart.

He pulled out, tapped the side of her hip. “Turn over.”

She took a deep breath and then flipped onto her stomach.

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