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“I did. Sorry. I’ve heard nothing more about your father. I’ll keep asking. No news from the investigator?”
“Just an address for a crazy man who claims he’s nearly five hundred years old. But I moved here to find my dad. I’m not giving up.”
“I brought someone for you to meet.”
I step out of shadows and into the woman’s line of vision. The welcome on her face falters. She covers her lush mouth with delicate fingers, but it’s too late to smother her gasp. She stares back through unmistakably violet eyes. “Is that…?”
“I told you I’d deliver.” Bram shoves me toward her. “Meet Marrok.”
Normally, I would snarl at the wizard for touching me. Now I am fixated on “Olivia.”
I did not think it possible she could forge herself into a temptress as beautiful as the one in my dream, but I underestimated my opponent. That alone makes her deadly, to say nothing of the power she has surely honed during centuries past. She looks so young, barely twenty. Though her youth is an illusion, I feel ancient.
A smile plays at Bram’s mouth. “This is Olivia Gray, the owner of this fine establishment.”
She bites her lip nervously. No matter how artless her hesitation looks, ’tis calculated, no doubt. Still, the gesture drags my stare to her pouty mouth. Desire thickens my blood. I burn to kiss her.
“Nice to meet you.” She reluctantly extends her hand.
I stare, wanting nothing less than to touch her—and nothing more. Sweat films my skin.
How she must be laughing.
But the centuries have taught me to play her game.
As I send her my most intimidating stare, I fold my hand in hers. It works…until electricity shoots through my palm, up my arm, and rocks me to my soul. In that instant, my body betrays me. My cock turns rigid. With a single touch, she bewitches me, precisely like my dream…
Only stronger.
Olivia’s eyes widen like she feels the pull, too.
“Ms. Gray.”
She jerks free, unconsciously rubbing her palms together as if she can wipe away the effect of my touch. “I-it’s nice to meet you. Bram told me all about you. Well, your talent. The way he describes your work is impressive.”
“You think so?” Morgana never cared about my carving, only my reputation on the battlefield and in the bedroom. This pretense infuriates me. What game does the witch play?
“Very much.”
“Where is that piece you brought?” Bram asks me.
I was so focused on exiting the terrifying automobile that I forgot it. “In your car.”
Bram’s gaze bounces between me and Olivia, then back again.
“Well, then. I’ll collect it. You two…get acquainted.”
Chapter Six
Olivia
In the shop’s silence, the door chime jangles with Bram’s departure. I start at the sound. But that isn’t what has my heart thudding.
I can’t take my eyes off Marrok.
Oh. My. God. He’s hot. Beyond hot, actually. Like rip-off-my-panties-and-beg hot. I can’t stop staring in wordless awe. His shaggy mane of inky hair and his neatly trimmed goatee frame a compelling face. Every inch of his six-foot-many body is a work of art. His inked, muscle-packed arms and his torso strain every seam of his black T-shirt deliciously. He doesn’t just look good, though. He has a presence so powerful that I’m almost afraid to breathe. His inscrutable gray eyes ringed by their dark fringe of lashes suck me in deeper. Everything about him haunts me.
Especially since, mere hours ago, I had the most erotic dream of my life—about him.
