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“You don’t believe in magic?” she asked.
The question brought back memories ofMaradaand the Faieara. Of Evlon and the war he’d helped start. Back to the only time he’d witnessed true magic in action.
This woman reminded him a bit of the Faieara, with her delicate features and iridescent eyes. She even had a similar structure to her ears, though hers were shaped by three tiered points between the outer edge of the tip and the lobe, whereas the Faieara only boasted one smooth point.
Still half-consumed by the pleasant sensation of her warm hand on his arm, he muttered, “It’s not that I don’t believe in magic. I just know how rare true magic is, and it would cost a hell of a lot more than two measly chips.”
The merchant scowled at that. “I beg to differ. My charms are of the highest quality. Anyone will tell you.”
The woman’s gaze locked on Aidan’s as she contemplated his words, her hand still on his bicep. Why did his mouth feel so dry? And his heart was beating faster than normal. Because of her?
He was definitely going to ask this bewitching woman out for a drink.
“I suppose you are right about that,” she said with a hint of melancholy. “Real magic comes at a price.” Then she smiled up at him and his insides melted. “But one can dream.”
The merchant cleared his throat. “Um, excuse me...”
Aidan sent him a killing look. The putz was still pushing for a sale. He was interrupting what was turning out to be a rare moment of exhilaration.
He returned his focus to the enchanting female. Another small smile played around those alluring lips. Aidan couldn’t help but wonder how soft they’d feel against his. Would they taste as sweet as they looked? He was almost compelled to find out.
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted as though she’d just had a sudden thought. Or had she suddenly recognized him? Would she, too, fawn over the famous Phase Nine winner? The sudden blush in her cheeks said maybe. But this woman would have no need to steal a kiss from him; he’d welcome it.
The merchant persisted. “Excuse me, sir, but—”
“Oh!” the mysterious woman exclaimed brightly. “I see my friend is calling me. I must be off.”
Aidan frowned “What? Wait—”
As she dashed away, she turned to grace him with one last devastating grin. “I wish you good fortune, sir.” Then she was gone, disappearing into the throng of tourists, leaving Aidan stunned and mystified.
The merchant chuckled darkly, his previously friendly demeanor now mocking. “I guess it was the protection charm you be needing after all.”
Barely listening, Aidan scanned the crowd for a glimpse of flowing white hair and absently responded, “Why do you say that?”
“Because I do believe that woman just stole your wallet.”
