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"Over my dead body."
He cocked his head. "It's been known to happen. The longer you're alive, the greater the chance, right? I'll play, but if he screws us, I won't forget."
She offered her hand. "That's all I want."
He took it, clasping her palm firmly. "I hope you know what the fuck you're doing, valkyrie." He sighed and stepped back. "But you shoulda warned us."
"I did. Found out he was flying in and told Cain to spread the word."
Shaking his head, Roarke chuckled wryly. "Well, then that's a whole lot of bad timing. I was just heading over to see what he wanted to talk to me about."
Dahlia groaned. "Figures. We havegotto get some organization."
"I'll work on it," Roarke promised, patting her arm. "Go play with your priest. I'll tell Cain he's here."
With a lift of her hand, they went their separate ways. Upstairs, her door was closed, but not locked. Inside, Thane was nowhere to be seen. She flipped the deadbolt, then headed to her bedroom. There, the only sign of him were the bags tossed on her brand-new bed. A second later, she heard the bathroom.
"Wondered where you went," she teased, flopping back on the mattress.
He walked to the foot of the bed and paused. "Any ideas on covering the tattoo?"
"Any Words that turn it off?" she asked. "Thought you couldn't speak them."
"So did I." He reached for the smaller of the two bags and pulled out a little black book. "This isn't all of them, but they're the most commonly used. Laird's trying to get me a copy of the encyclopedias."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah." He sat beside her. "It's been a crazy week. After you left, I went to confession and ended up sitting in a bishop's office. The walls were lined in books that looked more like magic tomes than anything from a church. Laird said they're all filled with Words."
She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning them aimlessly. "What can they do?"
"From the sounds of it, everything."
"Ok, so what can you do?"
He moved the larger bag to the floor. "I have no idea. Not sure if I should admit this, but I like them. The Words. Speaking them is damned near as good as kissing you."
She gave him a dirty look. "Gonna turn all poetic? You know, back in my day, that was considered impressive for a man."
He pushed the smaller bag off without looking and crawled up beside her. "Pretty sure you wouldn't like the fancy Words I know. Rumor has it they rarely do good things. Did you miss me at all?"
She shrugged. He was leaning over her, and it was pretty hot. "What if I did?"
"I might admit that I missed you, too. And if you didn't, I'll tell you all about the hotties I picked up after you left."
She slapped him playfully. "So which is true?"
"Both, but not for the reasons you think. Wanted to see if this shit only works on the undead."
"And?"
Thane smiled. "Kiss me like you mean it, and I'll tell you everything I've learned in the last week."
"Considering that you just pissed off one of our friends downstairs?" She lifted her body away from the bed, reaching for him. "I think you owe me a little drink."
"Or a big one." His arm slid around her back, holding her against his chest.
When her mouth met his, she wasn't sure who kissed whom. It was hot and delirious. Their tongues clashed and lips slid over each other. She moaned as he found her throat, nipping at the tender flesh.
