Dark Magick 3 - Dark Enchantment by Anya Bast

Author:Anya Bast
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Magic, Fairies, Paranormal, General, Romance, Paranormal Romance Stories, Relics, Fiction, Women Consultants, Dreams, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780425240533
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2011-04-05T04:00:00+00:00

GIDEON entered his apartment, flipped the light switch on, and tossed his jacket onto a chair. He stilled, feeling the presence of someone in the room. A fae. Slowly, he pivoted.

Máire sat in an easy chair, her booted feet comfortably on the coffee table.

“What are you doing here?” he rasped.

She tipped her head to the side. Black leather encased her slim body, fading into matching boots. Her long red hair hung straight and sleek around her shoulders, perfect as a model in a shampoo commercial. He wondered if it was glamour. If she had escaped the Great Sweep, it was likely she possessed that talent. “What? You’re not happy to see me?”

He undid his tie with angry jerks. “How did you get in here?”

She swung her legs down, leather creaking. “I have many skills, Gideon.”

“I thought I was supposed to wait for Liam to call.”

“Oh, but I missed you.” She stood. “I like you.”

“Really?” Gideon grunted. “I want to rip you apart with my bare hands.”

She sauntered over to him and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. “That’s why I like you.” Her eyelashes fluttered a little.

He jerked his head from her touch and she turned away, walking slowly around his living room as though she’d been invited and was merely waiting for him to bring her a drink or something to munch on. “Your place is very austere. Like a monk’s.”

“I’ve given my life to Labrai. Worldly possessions have little value to me. I am a monk.”

“Ah.” She glanced at him. “Yes, you are more than a little obsessed.”

“Of course I’m obsessed with doing my Lord’s will.”

She tilted her head at him. “The destruction of my people is your Lord’s will.”

He narrowed his eyes and jerked his chin at her. “You don’t seem all that eager to save them.”

“I don’t want them destroyed, necessarily.” She shrugged and continued on as though the topic of the annihilation of the fae wasn’t all that interesting to her. “I just don’t want the walls to fall. We want them to stay where they are and for you to keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Why?”

She stopped in front of the many cat-o’-nine tails that decorated the walls. Reaching out to touch the leather of one, she gave him a look over her shoulder. “You like pain, don’t you, Gideon?”

He shifted and made a sound of impatience. “Why don’t you want the walls to fall?”

She turned. “I, like the rest of my merry little band, have been very, very bad fae children. Once the walls fall, all sorts of nasty things will happen to us.”

Realization dawned. “The Wild Hunt will come for you. You’ll be reaped.”

“With extreme prejudice.” She touched the cat-o’-nine tails again and gave him a saucy sideways look. “Want to punish me, Gideon? Oh, no, that’s right, you would want me to punish you.” She gave him a coy look. “That works, too.”

His gorge rose at the thought of engaging that way with a fae and he turned away. She laughed. It was a cruel and bitter sound.

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