Return to New York Times bestselling author
Angela Knight’s Mageverse in this never-before-published novella about a man
with mysterious abilities and a hidden past—and the woman who must help him
decipher his secrets.
Olivia Flynn finds herself on the brink of death, unable
to call upon her Sidhe magic, when a handsome stranger rescues her. But this
male is no ordinary human, and Olivia wants nothing to do with him. The foreign
magic boiling around him is far beyond the power of even the Sidhe.
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Olivia found herself longing to feel the slide and roll of
the tendons, the warmth of the skin. Were his palms callused? How would it feel
if he touched her?
The craving to touch him, to explore all that powerful
muscle made her heart beat faster. She’d spent too many years as a Sidhe alone
among humans, pretending to be something wasn’t. Unable to reveal who and what she
really was.
I don’t have to hide with him. He’s in the
same boat I am.
But this isn’t the time. I’m being
targeted, maybe by Gorin, maybe by somebody else. Either way, I can’t afford to
get distracted. She dragged her eyes away from that big, tempting body.
Fought to control her need.
“If our bad guy intended to use you as bait,” Rhys said
slowly, “why give you your power back? They could’ve kept you paralyzed while
those guys killed us both.” He made an impatient noise. “But like you said, it
doesn’t make any sense that you’d be working with them, especially given that you
killed that wolf to save me.” His amber eyes focused on her, intent and cool. “I
need to know if I’m right to trust you.”
Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but he leaned forward and
caught her jaw in one big hand. She froze as the sensation of warm, rough skin
made her arousal surge yet again.
Then his magic hit in a tingling rush. With a gasp of
alarm, she tried to shield, but his power blew right through her hasty barriers
as if they were tissue paper.
They were nose to nose. Close enough to kiss.
His amber eyes changed color in a flash, the irises going a
bright, piercing gold as the pupils shrank to pinpricks. It wasn’t a human gaze
at all. He spoke, his voice resonant and deep. “Are you working with them?”
“No.” He’s put me under a geas! Betrayed
anger made her grit her teeth. And she’d just been thinking how much she wanted
him! Idiot!
“Do you know who did this? Do you know who’s trying to kill
me?”
In her anger, she fought not to answer. The answers poured
from her lips anyway. “I have no idea what’s happening or why. I don’t know who
cast the geas on me, and I don’t know why anyone would do it to me or why
anyone would want you dead.”
“Why are you cooperating with me?”
“Gorin killed my husband and son for King Ansgar. I’ve
dreamed of killing him for centuries. You have the power to help me avenge
them.”
His hand dropped away from her face, and the compulsion
broke.
Olivia jumped off the couch and backed across the room
until her shoulders hit the fireplace mantle. “Don’t you ever
do that to me again!”
Seeing something glowing in her peripheral vision, she
realized a fireball floated over her right hand. She banished it, knowing
bitterly she didn’t have a prayer against Rhys in afight.
But instead of attacking her, Rhys sank back into the couch,
his hands falling loose in his lap. He looked shamed, almost defeated. “I’m
sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I had to know if you were telling me the
truth.”
“You could’ve trusted me—the way I’m going to have to trust
you, because I can’t put you
under a geas.” Her voice sounded more than a little bitter. “I don’t have the
power.”
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