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“Paying,” the other one grunts.
These two look like they have never set foot in a party during their entire existence. Perhaps that is for the best since I always end up at parties. Maybe it is my Summer Fae blood. Maybe it’s just my desire to have a good time.
A trait these two gentlemen with sticks up their rock-solid asses don’t share.
Taking out the clipboard with a small stack of forms, I hand it over to the Fae.
"Follow me." I gesture for them to step into my office. The flame is still burning in the corner, and both Fae wordlessly brush past me.
Just as I turn to follow them, a third form leaps from the boat to the dock. Smaller than the other two, with pronounced curves, this one is a female. I bristle. Rarely do females come on ships. Sailors are a superstitious lot.
When she moves, the mist parts, as if the air obeys her somehow. I can't tear my eyes away. She is absolutely, unequivocally magnetic.
What is she doing?
The question is on the tip of my tongue, but the words get caught in my throat when I get a better look. I want to tell her that being here is dangerous, that jumping from the boat onto the icy dock is idiotic, and that she could fall into the icy water and be pulled away by the current before she can surface.
I want to say many things, but everything fades when she bounces to her feet. Her loose curls blow in the icy wind, and she looks like a wild huntress stalking her prey. The white puffs of air clear before her, as if they, too, recognize her powerful grace. She tilts her head and smirks at the wind as though it obeys her. Maybe it does? I stand there dumbly, forgetting how several of my limbs work. It is as though I have never seen a woman before.
She is beautiful. Stunning.
And I...
I am staring at her. Like an idiot. I'm stuck watching as she pulls a body out of the boat.
A. Body.
Fae, by the looks of them. Several ropes are wrapped around his body, and he's out cold.
Who is she?
The question freezes on my tongue, and I'm stuck watching as she grabs the bound Fae at her feet and yanks him behind her.
I swallow, excited and terrified at once.
Dammit. If she kills that Fae here, Boss will return the favor. Either that or turn my left pinky into a living paperweight. A shiver runs through me. Ihatewarlocks. They are freaky, and their powers don’t make sense.
Momentarily forgetting about the clients in my office, gravity drags me closer to the captivating woman.
“I wouldn’t kill him if I were you,” I say, trying to maintain my casualness. Hopefully, she doesn't hear the hitch in my voice.
Standing this close to the mysterious female, my heart is thudding. Long, pointed ears peek out from beneath her curls. She, too, is Fae and, therefore, cannot lie.
Ice-blue eyes look up at me, and for a moment, I cannot breathe. I cannot think. How could I, when faced with such beauty? Her eyes are like glass, peering into my soul.
I lose myself in the depths of her irises.
Elaborate white tattoos run over her face, and her white and blue uniform is so tight I can see the lovely curves of her body. The tone of her muscle is... distracting. And gods, it's attractive.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to anyone before in my entire life. What would it be like to run my hands over her? To touch her soft curves and feel her melt beneath my touch?
She laughs. The sound is wild and guttural, and it makes my muscles tighten. “Why would you think I am going to kill him?”
Not an answer.
I purse my lips. My eyes flick down just to check that she has no visible weapons. My eyes scan her legs and hips. While they are magnificent and worthy of a marble statue, there is a distinct lack of knives, guns, swords, and whatever else they used in the barbaric north.
I flush when I realize she is watching me.
