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tightened. I’ll deal with that when it comes. And hopefully in nine hundred years, she has learned to forgive me…

Chapter 3

    After breakfast, she brushed her teeth using the hotel supplies, and then asked Tristan to provide her with shorts and a T-shirt. The baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt were too ugly and warm.
    He waved a hand and clad her in a shapeless gray dress that draped down to her ankles.
    Hands on hips, Niki gave him a pointed look. “Sackcloth would do better.”
    With a sigh, he waved another hand.
    “I left clothing on the bed for you, so you may choose to dress yourself as you wish.”
    Delighted, she went into the bedroom. There were piles of clothing, neatly stacked upon the bed. Underwear first.
    She picked up a pair of white granny panties and sighed. “Oh Tristan. Seriously?”
    Bras, none with the lace and colors she liked. But at least he’d conjured clothing that was suitable. She chose a pretty pair of white shorts that came to mid-thigh, and a blue scooped-neck pullover shirt with lace scalloped sleeves. Niki slid her feet into a pair of white sandals with little blue gemstones and gave a happy sigh.
    Life had changed drastically in the past day, but she would live in the moment, not fret about the future. After spending twenty-five years never leaving her father’s ranch, she was going to enjoy her first walk on the beach. Freedom at last!
    But freedom always came with a price, and Tristan’s price was steep. Nikita, to become his mate and bear his child.
    He saved your life and did not destroy it as the prophecy foretold. But don’t trust him. There’s something there he’s not sharing, something that you know from the past…
    But what?
    Her body tightened as she thought of the quiet way he’d stated she was to bear his child, how he’d looked at her with such heat in his gaze, but a fiery coldness as well. As if she served no more than his purpose—a vessel for his pleasure and not a person with her own will.
    She unbound her hair, brushed it and secured it back with a butterfly clip she found in the bathroom. When she emerged from the bedroom, Tristan’s gaze traveled from the top of her head to her toes. Shivering with pleasure from the heated intensity of that look, she tried to control her galloping pulse.
    But seeing him like this, so handsome in the shorts and the T-shirt that displayed the curve of his biceps, was far better than the horrid vision of him being executed…
    Her gaze traveled up and down the length of his legs. He had very nice limbs. Long, trim with muscle and dusted with dark hair. Athletic legs that could probably run for miles, or support him as he lifted a woman against the wall and thrust deep inside her…
    Heat suffused her face. Not going there.
    “You could have zapped up some nicer underwear for me,” she told him. “Some silk lingerie would have been nice. Peach or emerald green.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Why, when you will not be wearing it for long when we reach my home?”
    Niki felt her blush deepen.
    He held open the door for her as they left the room. Silence draped between them as they rode down in the elevator. Standing in the opposite corner, Niki smoothed down her shorts, too nervous to speak. He stood there, tall and impervious, this powerful wizard who had been her mate in a past life.
    She, who barely even dated in this life.
    The elevator pinged softly at the tenth floor and slid open. A couple in shorts and polo shirts entered, saw Tristan. Their eyes widened as the doors slid shut. Catching their scent, Niki realized they were like her. Lupine.
    Lupines were ruled by Tristan. The couple suddenly bowed before him and she smelled their anxiety, as sharp as cleaning fluid. Tristan sighed. She wondered if he found this tedious, always having Lupines in awe of him, worried about encountering him because they feared he’d punish them for some minor infraction they didn’t realize they had committed.
    A tendril of thought curled