Sparks Fly (LD3) by MacAlister Katie

Author:MacAlister, Katie [MacAlister, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9781101585214
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2012-05-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Ysolde, you insult me. Again.”

I gave my hair an annoyed flip while passing Baltic, who was seated in the chair in the hallway, a newly purchased laptop on his knees. “You’re the only one who thinks that checking on Brom is insulting to you.”

“I will not allow harm to come to my son again.” He looked up from the laptop and leveled a frown at me. “The first time you checked on him was forgivable. This is the third time.”

“I’m a mother. I worry. It’s what I do best, all right? You’re just going to have to learn to deal with it.”

“You will trust that I will protect you and Brom, and return to bed where you should be,” he announced, his gaze once again on the laptop screen. “And you are incorrect.”

“I am?” I hesitated at the door to our room. “About what?”

A little smile curled the edges of his mouth, although he didn’t look up. “Worry is not what you are best at.”

I blushed at the heat in his voice and returned to bed, intending on going over again the plans for Constantine, but despite my nagging need to repeatedly check that Brom was safe, sleep once again claimed me until morning.

It took some doing to get Savian up, washed, and dressed, but we managed it in the end.

“Of all the embarrassing, annoying things I’ve ever had to do,” Maura grumbled as she climbed out of the bathroom window, tucking her shirt into her jeans.

“Look, you wanted privacy, and having one of us stand right outside the window while the other does her business is the best we can do. It’s my turn now, so I’d appreciate it if you turned on the radio, because I have an extremely shy bladder.”

“Mind your owies,” I told Savian as he hoisted himself up and into the bathroom. “They look much better, thanks to the healer’s attentions, but you’re not fully healed up yet.”

He gave me a stern look down the long length of his nose. “I am not Brom, Ysolde. I do not have owies.”

“My apologies. Just mind your wounds.”

He inclined his head in acknowledgment, and with a glare at Maura, pushed the window down until it was just wide enough for her arm to dangle inside.

“Radio!” we heard him bellow.

“How about I talk to her instead?” I yelled back.

“All right, but no stopping to listen. My bladder can’t take it.”

Maura rolled her eyes, a little giggle escaping her. “Just when I think I can’t stand another minute of it, and I’m ready to kill him, he says something funny.”

I laughed. “I know the feeling.”

“I’m sure you do, although…this may sound rude, and I don’t in any way intend for it to be so, but Baltic has such a sinister reputation. I’ve heard him referred to my entire life as the ‘dread wyvern Baltic,’ and yet he doesn’t seem that bad to me. I mean, a man who would sit up for half the night just so that you wouldn’t worry about your son doesn’t scream badass to me.

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