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you that something was a little off in Kostya and Cyrene’s relationship when we ran into them last week?”
    “Something is most definitely off with Kostya,” he growled.
    I patted his knee. “Personal judgments aside, I got a feeling that we had interrupted an argument. I wonder . . . no, that doesn’t really matter. What was I saying? Oh, if I talk to Aisling and May about Thala, I’m sure I could get them to see reason. They don’t want a war any more than we do—wars are dangerous things, and they don’t want their respective loved ones in any danger. I’m willing to bet you that they can go a lot further in convincing their wyverns to release Thala than you can. After all, it was you the weyr was after, and now they’ve met you and seen you’re not the madman they thought you were, so they really have no reason to hold Thala prisoner.”
    “I will not have you put in any danger,” he said stiffly.
    “May and Aisling?” I asked, not bothering to finish the question.
    He harrumphed. “I concede that neither of the mates is likely to harm you, but I do not trust the wyverns.”
    “You trust Gabriel with Brom,” I pointed out.
    “That is because no wyvern would attack a child. My son will be safe with the silver wyvern. My mate is a different matter.”
    “I’m not proposing to stay with Gabriel, just have a little talk with May and Aisling. And I think I’ll call them when we get home and set up a lunch tomorrow to meet with them.” I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but I’m no actress. My voice sounded stilted and filled with the knowledge that we’d already set the meeting time. Luckily, Baltic was still considering the subject of his second guard, Thala.
    “I do not like it, but if you insist on trying, I will not prevent you,” was all he said before he and Pavel turned the discussion to the best ways to infiltrate the house where Thala was being kept.
    It wasn’t until that night that I had time alone with him.
    “Where’s Pavel?” I asked as I set a deliciously scented beef bourguignon down in front of him.
    “He will not be here for supper. He has gone to see a friend,” Baltic answered, holding out a chair for me.
    I started to sit, but looked up quickly. “A friend? A romantic friend, you mean? A guy romantic friend?”
    Baltic frowned at me as he took his seat. “No, female. I told you he did not have a preference as to gender.”
    “Oh, a girlfriend. Drat. And you can stop giving me that look. I’ve told you for two months now that I don’t have bizarre sexual desires, and have absolutely no wish to participate in a threesome with Pavel or anyone else.”
    “That is good, because I have changed my mind about allowing you to watch when Pavel is with a male partner. I have discussed the matter with him, and although he was willing, I have decided it is not seemly in my mate to be aroused by the thought of males with other males.”
    “I’ve told you and told you that it’s just mildly interesting!” I slammed down the spoon I was about to use to serve him. “By the rood, Baltic, I’m not a sex-crazed pervert!”
    “I never said you were.”
    “No, but you’re implying that because a girl likes a little spice now and again, she’s a whack job. And I’m not. You know I am more than happy with our sex life.”
    The irritated look on his face slid away to one of smug satisfaction. “Yes, I know. Last night you shouted your pleasure so loudly it almost deafened me.”
    “Oh, I did not. Don’t exaggerate,” I said briskly, serving us both. I paused in the act of passing a bowl of salad, remembering the events of the night before, and a little flush warmed my chest. “Although I have to say that I highly approve of your use of the feathers. That was very inventive.”
    He allowed a small smile to curl the corners of his mouth. “It was something I read in a book. I had wished to try it with you before that bastard Constantine killed you, but was unable to