Page 60 of The Light Falls
“The one on the council?” I ask with a frown, picturing the extremely tall Fae whose face seems to be permanently set in disdain.
She nods.
“Does he have an office here? Is it close?”
Eris waves her tiny hand, and a map appears next to the proposal on the table. “He lives on one of the upper floors. His office is next to his rooms.” She whips a hand around and dresses me in my pajamas. “Enough jabbering. I’ve got things to do.”
She disappears.
I didn’t even get a chance to give her the chocolate I got for her.
* * *
My brain is firingout a to do list the next morning when Kaius, Solandis, and Cormal arrive. Eris immediately appears with several helpers and more breakfast. She’s so quick, even Cormal raises an impressed eyebrow.
I watch Solandis and Kaius for clues they’ve patched things up. They’re silently orbiting around each other and avoiding eye contact. Guess it’s going well. Yesterday, they couldn’t even be in the same room.
Solandis sits next to me, and I notice she’s wearing some type of skintight synthetic jumpsuit. “What is this?”
“Fae armor. Lightweight, with a nearly impenetrable fabric. It protects me against most weapons and some spells. I gave my original suit to Arden, but Kaius showed up with this one today and insisted I wear it,” she informs me, rubbing a hand down her arm. She slides a sideways glance at the man and purses her lips.
I hover a hand over her arm, and she nods. Gliding it across the suit, the tight weave of the fabric reminds me of a snake’s skin.
“How do I get one?”
“Have Eris order you one,” she tells me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking a bite of the lightly buttered toast on my plate. “I’ll have to let Madoc know I need to postpone. We’re supposed to meet for training in an hour.”
Cormal digs into his breakfast. “You’re going to training. We’re meeting Fallon today.” He looks up and silently nods at the question in my eyes. “Camon will still accept official delivery tomorrow.”
Basically, they’re going to take possession of the weapons to safeguard them. Camon will still believe he’s officially accepting them. If anything goes wrong, I have an airtight alibi. “Good idea.” In the original plan, we were hedging our bets he wouldn’t jeopardize his position, but it was risky.
I finish my coffee and kiss Solandis on the cheek. “Be careful.” Hurrying to the door, I abruptly stop when Cormal appears in front of me.
“Not worried about my safety?” he asks with a dark chuckle.
I give him a droll look. Most people run when they see him, and his reputation is well earned. “Why? Are you getting soft in your old age?”
“Anything but,” he snaps back.
Pulling me to him, he swoops down and takes my lips with his. Hard and demanding, he steals every thought from my head and replaces it with images from his. Drowning in desire, all I want to do is toss caution out the window. I wish I knew how he was doing this. It would be fun to turn the tables on him.
My hands caress the firm chest under the silk button-down shirt. I’d start here, caressing his pecs. A smattering of dark hair covers them, then narrows into a single line below his waist. Cut abs made for drooling, which he maintains the old-fashioned way—fighting in a ring. He once said his father was a warrior. I believe it. The man has impeccable genes.
He tears his mouth from mine in astonishment. “You just mimicked my power. I could see everything you were picturing. The power is still inside you.”
Intrigued, I test his theory, picturing my hand sliding down the delectable trail and inside his pants.
He looks down and my eyes follow. Long and hard, he’s clearly outlined in the combat pants he’s wearing. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it,” I say breathlessly.
Cormal chuckles. “I thought pictures would be better than words.”
My whole body is flushed and aroused from our little game. “Oh, it is.”
Satisfaction settles on his face. “We should be back in three hours.”
