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remind Urbanus of her true nature. Her dragon was becoming ascendant at exactly the wrong time, thanks to this meddling individual. “Who are you and where are you? I demand that you show yourself!”
    “Shouting is a great choice,” the voice noted. “That way, Urbanus will know you aren’t alone, and we’ll both have to pay for that. Of course, he’ll probably only see you.” He sighed with forbearance. “I guess it’s true that the dragon princesses of Incendium aren’t very clever. But then, anyone who could imagine that Urbanus was her HeartKeeper must be a witless fool.”
    Gemma’s inner dragon snarled, demanding release. She composed herself with an effort, but her temper kept simmering.
    “There’s nothing saying a dragon princess can only marry her HeartKeeper.”
    “But why would someone with every advantage accept anything less?”
    Gemma wasn’t going to answer that. “Where are you? Who are you?” she asked more quietly. She kept looking, seeking some sign of the intruder, but couldn’t see him.
    “A friend, come to warn you.”
    “With friends like you, I don’t need of enemies.”
    He laughed again. “True enough.” There was something very appealing about his laughter. It was confident, a little reckless.
    Gemma wondered what he looked like.
    The Seed made her burn to know more than that. “Warn me of what?”
    “Of your husband, naturally. How much do you know about Prince Urbanus?”
    “More than enough.”
    The intruder was skeptical. “I doubt that. How long have you spent alone in his company?”
    Gemma hated that she had to admit a weakness. “Suitors of the royal princesses are closely chaperoned.”
    “No time at all then.” The voice sighed. “At best, you’ve barely scratched the surface of his nature.”
    Gemma’s interest sparked. “Do you mean that his truth is hidden?”
    “You could say that.”
    Urbanus was both HeartKeeper and Carrier of the Seed, then. Gemma couldn’t dispel her disappointment. “Then what’s your warning?”
    “Watch his hands. He hides more than the truth.”
    “Like what?” Gemma waited, but there was no reply. “That’s it?” she demanded.
    “It’s more than the warning I had,” was the grim response. “He’s coming. Don’t be stupid enough to mention me.”
    “I won’t,” Gemma had time to say, although she wasn’t sure why she made such a promise to someone hidden in her room. Could she trust him? Could she trust anyone in this place? It seemed unlikely.
    The smell of the Seed meddled with her thoughts, making her more aware of her feelings than any logic. As far as Gemma was concerned, that situation needed to end as soon as possible. She hated being at the whim of her desires and bodily urges.
    Impulse prompted to listen to strangers.
    She’d seduce Urbanus quickly.
    Her heart skipped when she heard footfalls on the other side of the adjoining door. Her unexpected companion hadn’t lied about her husband’s arrival, at least. Gemma returned to the balcony. She scooped up Felice and resumed her earlier pose. Her heart was beating a little too quickly, but she doubted that Urbanus would notice.
    Who was the intruder? Where was the intruder?
    What was Urbanus’ hidden truth?
    Did it matter, if she had the Seed from him?
    She had a sense of trickery that she couldn’t avoid. Was it because of the warning? Or was the scent of the Seed destroying her clear thinking?
    Gemma heard the door open to the adjoining suite and gripped Felice a little tighter. Quick was the way to go. Quick and passionate and finished.
    Then Urbanus would be finished.
    “Gemma?” Urbanus asked, his voice making her jump.
    “Urbanus,” she replied, ensuring that her tone was welcoming. Her dragon snarled, but Gemma smiled.
    Her new husband paused on the threshold. “What beauty in the night,” he murmured, granting her an appreciative survey. “Like a beam of moonlight made flesh.” Gemma averted her gaze, sensing that his words were