Seduced by Moonlight (MG 3)

Author:Hamilton, Laurell K. [Hamilton, Laurell K.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal, General
ISBN: 9780345472069
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2004-02-03T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

It wasn’t that Maeve Reed’s personal jet wasn’t comfortable, because it was. The only one of us who hated to fly was Doyle. He had chosen his seat early, buckled himself in, and kept a death grip on the arms of the nice swivelly seat. He closed his eyes tight, hugged the seat, and it was just acknowledged that if we were ever attacked inside an airplane, Doyle would not be that helpful, at least not at first. When I’d discovered his phobia over flying in planes, I’d actually been pleased. It had made him seem less perfect, less the Queen’s Darkness and assassin. It seemed like a long time ago that I’d needed that. I looked at him across the narrow aisle. The tension in his body sang in the air around him, almost like a kind of power. Of course, fear can be fuel for magic.

“I would ask what you are thinking,” Frost said from beside me, “but it seems obvious.”

I turned my head against the padded seat back so I could meet his eyes. “What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking about Doyle.” He wasn’t angry, and he wasn’t pouting. Maybe his voice wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t pouting. It was progress.

“I was thinking that once his fear of flying made him seem less the queen’s perfect assassin.”

His face started to close down, that cold mask building up. “That is not all.”

I touched his arm. “Don’t pout about this, Frost. I was just thinking that if we are ever attacked on an airplane, it’s the one place Doyle won’t be at his best. That’s all.”

I watched him struggle to swallow all that sullenness. It looked like it might choke him, but he was trying. He was trying so obviously that I didn’t say what else I was thinking: that if I had been sitting there having some wild fantasy about Doyle, it was none of Frost’s concern. I was supposed to enjoy all of them, but I kept it to myself. Frost was trying, and chastising him for being possessive, a very un-fey-like emotion, wouldn’t have helped.

I squeezed his arm and let it go. Good for me.

Rhys knelt in front of me. He was wearing his white eye patch with the tiny seed pearls on it. It went with the white silk trench coat, white fedora, and pale cream-colored suit. The only color he wore was an icy pink tie. He looked like a cross between an ice cream man and the ghost of some 1940s detective. He’d even piled all that white curly hair up under the hat. He looked younger without the hair, all soft lines and kissable lips. He was hundreds of years older than I would ever be, but kneeling there, he looked like he’d never seen the wrong side of thirty.

He smiled up at me. “Doyle gave me something to give to you.” He glanced behind at their leader, still sitting with his eyes tight shut. He turned back to me with a chuckle.

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