Page 9 of God Touched

"Indeed. I would've liked to get a few more out of you, but you not only left my castle, but theentirecountry." Arawan sounded a bit pissy about that fact, and Imogen's caffeine-deprived brain hadn't kicked in her self-preservation. Fuck him.

"Well, I saw all I needed to in Wales and was unimpressed. There wasn't any point in hanging about." Imogen stayed a few steps up just so she could look down her nose at him.

"I would've liked to speak with you again before you left."

Imogen shrugged. Arawan's eyes went to her chest. "Something caught your attention?"

"I like your shirt," he replied.

Imogen looked down at the 'I want to fuck you like an animal' emblazoned across her chest. Fuck.

"Yeah, NIN is awesome. It might not be your speed. You old guys like lutes and shit, right?"

Freya cleared her throat. "If you would like to come through to the dining room, my lord, I can have some refreshments brought. Would your warriors—"

"They will be fine, Princess Freya. I would love some of the coffee Imogen spoke of," Arawan replied with a polite smile. He held out a hand to Imogen to help her down the rest of the stairs.

"It's okay. I'm not an invalid," she said, breezing past him. "I'll see if the cook has that coffee going."

Imogen waited until the kitchen door had closed behind her before she bit her fist to smother her scream. What the fuck was hedoingthere?

"Can I help you, Miss Ironwood?" a female fae asked from her place in front of the stove.

"Nope. Don't mind me. Just need to…" Imogen opened a cabinet where Bayn kept his booze and downed a mouthful of vodka. "We will need some coffee and shit in the dining room. Coffee first. Anything else can wait."

The fae frowned. "And will miss be taking the vodka with her?"

Imogen let out a strangled laugh, held a finger up as she had another mouthful, and gave the bottle to the servant.

"Okay. Okay. I'm good."

Imogen stepped back into the entranceway when Bayn, Killian, and Kian walked in.

"Oh, thank fuck you're here," Imogen said to Killian and collided with him.

"Woah, you okay, Gen?" he asked, rubbing her back. "Did something happen?"

"Nope. Everything is as fine as it can be when you wake up to the fucking god of the dead before coffee," she mumbled in his chest.

Killian made a tsking sound. "It's all going to be fine, sister. Kian will talk to him and bore him so much he goes away."

"Fuck you. We need to be diplomatic. He's a god. One ofourgods. The only one I've ever paid respect to," Kian grumbled, straightening the cuffs of his suit. He looked very professional and princely. Even his antlers shone.

"You guys seem to have it under control. I'll just…" Imogen went to step away, but Killian hung onto her and wrapped her hand around his arm.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. Arawan is here because of you. Bayn told us all about your encounter yesterday. If I have to suffer through this meeting, you do too," he said.

"I don't even have shoes on," Imogen complained.

Bayn grinned. "I'll keep the floors warm for you."

Imogen huffed, but Killian only pulled her into the dining room. Arawan sat at the end of the table, his cane resting beside him. Fuck, he was intimidating…and way too handsome. Like sickeningly, infuriatingly beautiful.

"Find yourself a seat, Gen," Killian said, letting her go.

Where no one but Imogen could see, Arawan tapped his silver ringed hand on his knee like he was beckoning her to come and sit on his lap.

Heat flushed up Imogen's back. He didnotjust do that. Surely she misread that…

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