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She stopped and leaned toward him, her shoulders tight with the tension of the past few moments. The moonlight licked over the high planes of his cheekbones, and she had trouble keeping her breath even. “What is it you want from me, Mr. Zarek?”
“I want you to call me Nick, or Nicholai if you insist on formality.”
She emitted a rasping huff. “What is the point? Instead of the quiet dinner I had envisioned, we are tromping through the woods in the middle of the night, heading god knows where, searching for god knows what.”
“Is that why you are breathing fire at me, because you thought we were going on a date?”
A wave of heat surged into her cheeks. Sputtering, she sought to backtrack. “No way…not in the…I simply…” She broke off, pressing her lips into a thin line. With a dismissive wave of her arms, she marched away from him.
In a microsecond a warm hand clamped around her elbow.
She shook off his touch. When she turned on him with nostrils flaring, he held up a conciliatory palm. “One moment please. Hear me out.”
She crossed her arms, glaring at him. “Well?”
“We are both after a similar objective, correct? I seek knowledge of the queen’s activities once she abandoned the throne, and you want to ease her spirit to find its eternal rest. Is this not true?”
“Yes, but I don’t see what this wild goose chase will accomplish.”
He took a step closer, and his shadow enveloped her like a cloak.
With a warm finger, he lifted her chin, and his tone softened. “Why not combine our forces? We both have something the other needs.”
Her whisper matched his. “What are we looking for out here?”
“Something rare, but not impossible to find. We search for a mage portal, oftentimes inaccurately characterized as a fairy ring.”
His breath hovered over her forehead. “Tell me, Ms. Delaney, does your passion for travel extend to visiting eighth century Northumbria?”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance