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“You look good for your age,” I said with false bravado. I was losing the battle and he knew it.
His eyes crinkled at the corners in silent laughter, and he stalked toward the bed—a dragon on the hunt.
“So what should I get for answering your questions?” he asked. “I’m an expert at negotiations.” His accent was thick and his breathing heavy.
“You’ve had many years of practice.” I closed my eyes against the onslaught of his power. It felt as though his hands were already touching me. They started at the pulse in my neck and slowly skimmed downward toward my waist. A moan escaped my lips.
“What do you propose?” he asked, reverting to the old tongue.
The bed dipped down and I opened my eyes. He crawled toward me, and his muscles flexed with every movement that brought him closer. I couldn’t remember my own name, much less think of why I’d gotten on a plane and ended up in Belgium.
“Come now,chérie, surely you can think of something worthwhile.”
He was too close. I couldn’t breathe. He reached down to touch me just as I got my brain back under control. I knew I wasn’t ready for any kind of contact. Just our hands touching was enough to make me lose control of every power I had. I scrambled off the bed in a hurry, all sense of decorum forgotten, and left him lounging in satisfied male pride.
“I want to know where the missing Drakán are,” I blurted out.
“Ahh, you wish to ask me questions? Is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“And what shall I get in return? These are negotiations after all.”
“What do you want?”
His gaze left my face and traveled slowly, sensually, down my body, and I knew instinctively I was blushing everywhere.
“That is a dangerous question,” he said. “What would you say if I asked for your body in return for these answers I’m supposed to give?”
“I’d say, no.”
“Very well, then. I suppose I will have to settle for a kiss.”
“Just a kiss?” I asked, not trusting the gleam in his eyes.
“Of course. You doubt my word?”
“Absolutely. I don’t trust you, Julian.”
“Wise beyond your years as well as beautiful. But yes, this time I promise nothing more than a kiss. The rest will be up to you.”
“Agreed,” I said before I could change my mind. “But I want my questions answered first.”
“Yes, yes,” he said. “Ask.”
He flicked his wrist and the bed was gone. In its place was a chaise longue in the same red velvet and gold trim as his throne.
“Please get on with these questions. I am most eager to get to my part of the negotiations.”
“I don’t suppose you can change my clothes to something a little more appropriate for a business meeting?” I asked.
“Of course, but why would I do that when I can see all of your lovely body the way it is displayed now?”
“Never mind,” I said.
I took a deep breath and tried to think of a good place to start without giving away too much information.
“If you’re tied to your clan members as you say, then you know Jillian is dead,” I said.
