Finding Fiona - Sisters of Silverwood 3

Not good. “What is the challenge going to entail? Can I help?” She didn’t doubt for a moment that Baenwik would kill her if he lost. He had that air of arrogance to him, nothing or no one could keep him from his goal.

“Only by helping me recover my strength, so no.”

Okay, that was slightly offensive. “Why can’t I? What would you need me to do?” His hands tugged on her hair until she met him eye to eye.

“Me.”

“What?” The hoarse whisper was more than a worry about being overheard, it was a reaction to the body she was leaning against and the look in those eyes. They were dim with fatigue, but still looked at her like he had seen every part of her naked a thousand times, and he wanted to do it a thousand more.

“Do me.”

A quirk of a smile distracted her from the hypnotism of his gaze. “I fail to see how that will help anything, or is this some kind of last wish thing?”

“You know that some people have a particular magic, right?”

She knew that better than most, “Yes.”

“My particular magic translates sex into energy. The Silverwood Society sent me out to protect you and I ended up getting bashed on the head and drained of my power.”

“Uh, how did he do that?” Images flashed in her mind, none of them good.

“The dagger he is waving around. It created a temporary link between us. It is a slow leak of energy, but he is using far more than I had to start with. He is draining me dry and he will be right behind.”

“But, if what you say is even remotely true, and it is a helluva pick up line by the way,” his smile amused her. “Won’t he just gain more power if you get stronger?”

“Not if I get enough power to heal completely.”

“So, this is a fuck-me-if-you-want-to-live situation?” Her mouth twitched, but her hands went to his shoulders, massaging gently. His time on the wall had left knots in his muscles.

“More or less. I prefer to think of it as making love though.” He lay back and let the soothing heat of her hands mix with the pounding of the water, appearing almost asleep, and harmless.

Yeah, right. He was as harmless as a sleeping tiger. “Where do I start?”