“Are ye going to just sit there and let him flirt like that?”Cray asked, surprising them both when he was able to speak telepathically to Aidan.“If so, then I will put an end to it myself.”
Why did Cray care if Robert wanted her? Unless he wanted her for himself.
“Stand down, dragon.”Though jealous and irritated with Robert, he refrained from resting his hand on his sheathed dagger in warning. He was glad he refrained, too, because he suddenly sensed more to this. Something he had not picked up on as they traveled.“Robert is seeking something...”
“Aye, the heat betwixt her thighs,”Cray replied. Not nearly as discreet as Aidan, he sharpened his blade, and cast disgruntled glances at Robert.
“Mayhap,”Aidan murmured.“Or mayhap not.”
When Cray glanced at him curiously, he explained.
“He might have sat Chloe beside him, but he doesnae necessarily behave like a man trying to get her into his bed.”Aidan noted Robert’s mannerisms.“He doesnae randomly touch her or have trouble looking away as he should.”
“Aye,”Cray conceded, testing his limits with Aidan.“He should have trouble looking away from such loveliness. And bloody hell, he should have at least touched her tempting thigh by now.”
He would have held his tongue had it been any other man, but with good reason, Cray got under his skin more easily than most. So he threw caution to the wind, put his hand on the hilt of his dagger and turned a tempered but displeased look Cray’s way.
“Ye’ll want to watch yer tongue, MacLeod,”he warned, his inner voice threatening.“Or as Laird MacLomain so recently said ye’ll see what an arch-wizard can do to a mere dragon wizard, fluctuating magic or not.”
Cray sniffed in derision, and his pupils flared with challenge before Chloe’s words shockingly enough, cut into both of their minds.
“You two need to stop squabbling and pay attention,”she said.“Because Robert knows what we are. He just doesn’t know if we’re the enemy or not. Worse yet? I think he’s prone to coming to his own conclusions fast and acting without thought.”
