experienced anything like him before. He was larger than life and full of himself, yes, but with good reason, and she was on sexual fire. It was time, wasn’t it, that she found herself in that position?
All she knew was that she was totally aroused, in body, heart, and mind and wanted more. However, she was made of sterner stuff and managed to pull out of his hold.
“Enough. I can help, and I am going to help—get used to it.”
“Ye are helping. Giving pleasure to a warrior … is a great deal of help …” Chance said huskily.
It is amazing how the wrong words can reverberate in the air until you can hear nothing else , she thought as she replayed his words. Give pleasure to a warrior? That was how he saw her—e just for pleasure? Well, maybe that was how Milesian females allowed themselves to be perceived, but she was a Fae, a Royal Fae at that, and proud to be a female and an equal! Chance’s words woke her from the dreaminess of his kiss and set her on her own two feet!
She snapped to and pushed away from him. “Maybe it is you that should be staying home and pleasuring yourself. Here you are dallying with me when you should be using my skills to help you find the Dark Prince!”
A bark of a laugh twisted out of him, and he took her wrist and pulled her up hard against his body. She gave him a fierce look, but everything he did sent slivers of anticipation through her. He brought her inner being to life and to the fore.
She took matters in hand andshifted them both back to Dravos. Even as they stood in the village square, even as she sensed Trevor bearing down on them, she did not break the stoic look she still glared Chance’s way.
Trevor shouted irritably, “What the hell?”
“Remind your big friend here that I am a Fae princess and do not appreciate being whisked off and manhandled,” Royce said, her chin up even as she broke away from Chance and moved towards Trevor.
“It is what ye were destined for … manhandling .” Chancemont grinned, unabashed. However, he put up a few fingers and waved to stall her response as she spun around and looked daggers at him. He said softly and just to her, “Ye shouldna be tagging along with warriors. Ye will be in the way, and I will no have yer blood on m’hands .”
“It won’t be on your hands, big man!” she snapped at him. “If I am so stupid as to allow anyone to harm me, it will be on my hands — mine alone . And I am every bit as much a warrior as you!”
He made an impatient sound and bent to look into her eyes of variegated aqua. “Ye be a slip of a woman, nothing more, when it comes to the Dark Prince. He’ll chop ye up and serve ye fer lunch, he will, and I’ll no have it! ” Chance raged at her. “I doona want another Fae underfoot. I already have more Fae at me side than I want.”
“Hey!” objected Trevor.
However, no one was listening to him as the two in the heated argument stared one another down.
“Do you?” Royce asked with her chin high. “But this Fae —” She jabbed herself with her finger. “This Fae knows where Pestale is— do you?”
She had dropped this bomb into his hands and immediately began trying to formulate a plan. She hadn’t quite told the truth. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Trevor had taken a step forward and that his face was more than grim.
“Doona lie to me,” seethed Chance.
“She is telling the truth,” Trevor said to him. “She has special abilities— the sight being one of them.”
Chance stopped dead and took her hand in a firm grip. “Where then, lass? Speak ye now, and we’ll see about the rest later.”
“You are wasting time. Either I am a part of this, or I go after Pestale alone,” she answered.
“We’ll talk about it after I see what ye can produce …” Chance said slowly.
“Then come on, I’ll take you there,” she said. Oh, she thought with some trepidation. She certainly knew where Pestale had been. She had seen him in her vision in a