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Still levitating and holding onto her, he spun them in a swift three-sixty to see where they were and to make sure Margetta was nowhere to be seen. The wind flowed around them like a cyclone and they were in the center.
“We’re safe for the moment, Stone. I’d know if the Ancient Fae was nearby. So, where’s your retreat? I mean you’ve mentioned it, but only in the vaguest terms.”
He held her gaze, getting lost for a moment in her violet eyes.
Rosamunde.
He knew he was scowling, but he couldn’t help himself. “On a private lake I own and around which I set up a dense fae security system. I had Vojalie hire the contractors, then wipe their minds afterwards. No one knows about my place. But I can fly us in.”
He was about to take off, but she held him back. “I’d like to try something, if you wouldn’t mind, something I’ve never done before.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’ve never teleported someone with me. But my fae instincts now tell me it’s possible, maybe because I’ve become a blood rose, I’m not sure. But are you game?”
Her lips curved. Dammit, she knew him too well. ‘Are you game’ always spiked his competitive nature. “Hell, yeah.”
“Let’s try a short distance. What’s the nearest landmark or village?”
He glanced down, then pointed. “There’s a hill in the middle of the forest. Can you take us there?”
He watched Rosamunde draw a deep breath. She levitated away from Stone, then took his hands in hers.
It was one of those signature moments. He didn’t know why, but holding her hand like this meant something, a connection to her that he’d been avoiding since she’d told him the truth.
It meant: Not going back.
He was in deep and despite his reluctance he had a profound, fae-like intuition he’d never be able to go back. But he’d sure as hell like a few minutes to at least think things through.
She closed her eyes and the next moment, he felt himself move but not through air. This time, it was a slip through space, an odd vibration. He hadn’t even blinked and now he levitated above the hill. In the distance he saw members of the Tannisford Shifter Brigade patrolling the forest east of the village of Billeford.
Are they your wolves?
Yup. But I don’t want to distract them.
Okay. What’s the village closest to your lake?
Hawsdale.
Right. You took me there once, as Aralynn, to the bar. What was the name?
The Hungry Mule.
Her lips twitched. I always liked that name. So, shall we go to Hawsdale?
Yes. Let’s do it.
Again, it wasn’t like flying at all, just a soft vibration and the feel of a different kind of dimension, then he was levitating five feet above the roof of the Hungry Mule.
She still held his hand. Want to get a drink?
Stone shook his head. I’d rather we went to the lake. It’s time to regroup, to talk, maybe figure some things out.
He looked around to gain his bearings then felt her give his hand a squeeze. He glanced back at her, surprised.
Stone, I’d love a chance to talk, really talk.
He nodded, but he felt grim. He didn’t want Rosamunde thinking he’d forgive her easily for holding back her true identity.
