“It was as I put my wallet back in that I found the knife in my purse. I didn’t understand how it got there. It wasn’t the one I bought. Then, I took a drink of the whisky as I looked at the bottle. The label had two dragons on it.”
“Dreagan,” Thorn murmured.
Lexi nodded. “Dreagan. I knew that name. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t place it. It wasn’t until I looked at the dragons again that it all came back in a violent rush. I got up, found a taxi, and returned to the city. That’s all there is.”
“Who was sitting beside you?” Guy asked.
She shook her head as she thought back. “No one. I sat on one end, and there were two men sitting on the other.”
Con studied her, his gaze seeming to size her up. “Did they speak to you?”
“No one but the bartender spoke,” Lexi answered.
“What was the first thing you remembered?”
Lexi couldn’t hold Con’s gaze. His black eyes were too sharp. They saw too much. She looked down at her coffee. Her pause lengthened, not because she couldn’t recall, but because of how fiercely his name had bellowed through her head. “Thorn.”
“Doona look at me,” Thorn said to Con. “I was killing Dark.”
Con gave a single nod. “As Darius said. You were going to let Lexi leave?”
“Aye.”
“Why?”
This Lexi was dying to hear. She’d wanted to know since she woke from her injuries to find him gone. The story Darius told her was heartbreaking, and that did play a part. But after their lovemaking last night, it didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.
“I had to,” Thorn bit out.
That seemed enough for both Con and Guy, but not nearly enough for her.
“That’s it?” she asked Thorn. “You had to? If I hadn’t remembered, I’d be back in Charleston.”
“And away from the danger here,” Thorn pointed out.
“And you.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. Finally he said, “Aye.”
Did that mean he was going to walk away from her again? It was a possibility she had known the night before, but everything seemed so different in the light of day after heated hours in his arms.
He had held her so tenderly, loved her so thoroughly. Then been gentle and fierce in turns, and it made her stomach flutter every time she thought of it. The soreness between her legs helped to remind her that it hadn’t been a dream.
Lexi dropped her head and pretended to get sleep out of the corner of her eye while she took that time to try and gather the pieces of her obliterated soul.
To be fair, Thorn had made no promises. There had been nothing said of feelings or what was to come. Only the ecstasy they found in each other’s arms.
She wanted to stand and make him face what was between them. But how was that fair? There was a war going on, a war that she might not otherwise know about had Christina not died.
Yet she did know about the Dark Fae, Dragon Kings, and magic. There was no pretending. Thorn was needed. If she wanted to show him and the others that she understood, then she should support him. Though it was going to kill her to do it.
“You’re right,” she said as she lifted her head. “I shouldn’t have to be reminded about the Dark.” She slid her gaze to Con. “I have no answers for you.”
“I believe I have what I came for,” Con stated after a brief pause.
Lexi frowned, not sure what she could’ve said that satisfied him. Con’s eyes didn’t look away from her. She took a deep breath, waiting for Guy to grab her and take her memories again.
This time would be even worse, because she wouldn’t be able to look back and think of her time in Thorn’s arms.
“What will you do now?” Con asked her.
Lexi blinked in surprise. “I don’t know.”
At the same time, Thorn said, “I’m protecting her.”
She swiveled her head to him. Did that mean they weren’t going to wipe her memories? Or did that mean that Thorn was going to make sure she got on the plane this time?
“As I assumed,” Con said to Thorn. His eyes returned to Lexi. “Did Darius tell you how we made sure never to fall for a human again?”
Lexi turned her mug around in her hand. “No.” And she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “I know of Ulrik and the betrayal by his woman.”
“After Ulrik’s banishment, the Kings combined our magic and cast a spell to ensure that we would never be betrayed again.”
It sounded as bad as she thought it might. It also answered her question about whether Thorn had any feelings for her.
“For thousands of years the spell remained in place,” Con continued. “Until a few years ago. We didna know the reasoning at the time, but the spell was broken. The Kings began to find love with humans. They took these mortals as their mates.”
Guy bowed his head at her. “I’m one of them.”
Now Lexi was even more confused. So the Kings couldn’t fall in love, but now they could?
Con smiled, as if he knew she was baffled, yet his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll be the first to tell anyone that I doona want my Kings to take mates. We’ve been lucky so far, but I know a betrayal will happen. I tell you all of this because we’ve noticed a trend.”
She watched as Con got to his feet and stood behind the chair. He adjusted his sleeves and cuff links before he rested his hands on the back of the chair.
“What’s that?” Lexi asked.
His hard gaze softened just a fraction, and she thought he might have given her a true smile—though it was small.
“Because those mates are immune to the Dark after coming in contact with their Dragon King.”
Lexi sat back and shook her head. “You think that’s why I’m immune to the Dark?”
Con’s blond brows lifted in his forehead. “Are you now? Interesting.”
“I’ll be damned,” Guy said with a smile. “That’s how my magic was broken.”
Lexi threw up her hands in frustration. “Will someone enlighten me?”
Guy chuckled. “The kiss you shared with Thorn. You held on to that tightly. It took me a lot to erase that memory.”
Lexi was afraid to look at Thorn, afraid he might be appalled by what Con and Guy were saying. A mate? Her?
No, that couldn’t be possible.
Did she lust after him? Did she want to jump on him and strip off his clothes? Did she want to curl up on the couch and watch a movie with him?
Hell yes.
Lexi turned her head to find Thorn staring at her, his expression closed.
Which pretty much said it all.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Rhi stood in her small cottage in Italy. It had been awhile since she visited. The last time was when he had been there.
How long had he known of the house? Not that it mattered. It was her last time there. The cottage was once a sanctuary for her, a place she could go that no one knew about.
Yet now there were two who knew. Her love and Ulrik. And that was two too many.
One by one she took down the bottles of nail polish and put them in a box. She took the clothes from the closet and put them in another box. It wasn’t until she turned to the bed that she saw the nail polish.
Rhi stared at it for a long time before she picked up the bottle. Why did he keep returning? If he wanted to talk to her, he knew how to find her. Or was he becoming interested because she was trying to stop loving him?
She turned the bottle upside down and read aloud, “Titanium.”
It was a shimmery dark silver with black, grays, and whites. It would go perfectly with her choice of clothes lately. The fact she hadn’t used the pink he left behind—and that he knew it—made her chest ache.
But at least this time she didn’t fall into the fetal position and cry.
It was a step in the right direction.
Rhi tucked the nail polish into the front pocket of her jeans and teleported away with her boxes. She breathed in the fresh sea air at her new destination.
She was on a small island in the Caribbean without another soul for miles. It truly was a refuge now. No one could stumble upon her here without her knowing about it.