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“That makes total sense.” She then switched the subject and asked about the quality of the stout and if he liked his meal.
He relaxed after that. She’d made the right decision not to press him about Ben.
Once she’d finished her dinner and Ian had as well, he led her outside. Again, he received the thanks of those passing by. When most of the well-wishing had subsided, he pulled out his cell and spoke in a quiet voice to Stone.
Regan also had two young fae women take her aside and ask about her retreat in Swanicott. Regan suggested they check out her website, which had all the information they would need to apply for entrance into one of a variety of programs her team offered.
Ian, a few feet away, replaced his cell in his pocket. He met her gaze and nodded, smiling. He looked pleased with Stone’s response.
She was about to rejoin Ian, when a female shifter ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. “Ian,” she cried. “I haven’t seen you in ages, not since you took me to your cave.”
Ah, the infamous cave where he was supposed to have held two woman captive.
Ian smiled as he took hold of her arms and untangled the powerful looking woman from around his neck. Ah, a shifter female. “Janice. Don’t you look pretty.”
The shi
fter, at least six-two in height, had her blond hair teased to a massive height, sported long fake eyelashes and dark red lipstick. She wore a fringed black leather vest, cut low enough to reveal about five inches of cleavage, a really short, red skirt and black, thigh boots.
She didn’t back up either, but planted her hand on Ian’s arm and began to massage, stroking his bicep up and down. The movement was so suggestive, even the young fae women near Regan clucked their tongues in disapproval.
But Regan’s reaction had her blood tattoos fired up and her heart beating faster and faster.
“So how’s it hangin’?” Janice leaned in close. When she reached low, Regan could tell by the movement of the woman’s arm, she’d just slid her hand between Ian’s legs.
Regan had never felt such a quick, possessive response in her life. Nor had she ever moved as fast as she did now, pushing herself between Ian and his adoring fan.
“What the hell?” The shifter wasn’t about to give up her ground, and immediately grabbed Regan by the shoulders ready to do battle.
But the blood tattoos had come to life and flowed with power.
In a swift move, Regan slid her hand up and placed it on Janice’s forehead. She let an infinitesimal amount of her battle energy release. The shifter suddenly looked dazed as she stepped back, then slumped to her knees. She didn’t pass out, but almost.
Ian shifted to stand beside Regan, his brows raised. “Did you just do what I think you did?”
“Yes. The same thing I did to the Invictus wraith in your home, except that I only used about a tenth of the power.”
Janice recovered quickly, however, and gained her feet. She scowled at Regan, then peered at her. “You have a glowing red aura right now. Oh, sweet Goddess, you’re the Ruby Fae.”
Janice, bold as most shifters were, took Regan’s right hand. “You sent power into my mind.”
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Janice shook her head, causing her long silver earrings to jangle. “No, not at all. It felt like a soft rain inside my head.” She glanced at Ian then back to Regan. “And I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything. I didn’t know. You’re with the mastyr, aren’t you?”
Regan didn’t want any confusion. “I am,” she responded firmly.
“I apologize.” She offered a sheepish smile. “I’m just so used to having free rein with Mastyr Ian.” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment after which she turned to Regan and spoke in a low voice. “Has he taken you to his cave yet? If he hasn’t, make him. It’s beautiful. I think it would suit you.” She then wished them both well and rejoined her friends waiting for her at the entrance to the restaurant.
She watched Janice go, but suddenly grew aware of how Ian’s forest-fern scent now filled the air. She turned toward him. “Ian? What’s going on?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything with Regan was different this time around, including her aggression. He’d never seen her attack another Realm-person, especially not a powerful a shifter like Janice.
Where had this new boldness come from? Was it their shared tattoos, or because Regan had the blood rose phenomenon working in her?
Whatever it was, her intrusion into Janice’s attentions had done more to fire up his blood than anything else could have.
