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bonded, he couldn’t have suspected the outcome of their sexual activities. Why hadn’t he taken her to where he normally met his lovers?
    He owed her some answers, but she wouldn’t get them until after a bath. She needed this time to center herself for the coming fight. With him, how could it be anything else?

Chapter 3
     
     
    Talion paced the length of his chamber. Why was the witch taking so long? People never kept him waiting, especially members of the opposite sex.
    What they needed to discuss concerned her as much as it did him. Plus, he hungered to be in her presence. He groaned. She couldn’t see how she made him lose control. That could only lead to disaster. He was king and answered to no one, not even his human bond mate.
    However, listening to the sounds of her bath for the past half hour nearly drove him insane. Visions of water streaming down the graceful curve of her back and over the rounded contours of her buttocks flashed before his eyes. An image of tracing the beads of moisture with his tongue caused his mouth to go dry.
    Those fantasies had to stop now. But were they fantasies when they could be attained? Last night she’d freely given herself, no restrictions. For once, mind games hadn’t lain between them, only desire and love. She’d no recollection of that, though.
    With time she might remember, but would it come soon enough? Their link threatened to overpower him, and by her reaction when he left the room, she hadn’t been immune. Not that he needed the reassurance. When he touched her, the thin thread connecting them always flared to life. It had right from the start. Truthfully, even a touch hadn’t been necessary. All it took was one glance, and he’d known.
    He was about to give into the temptation to drag her out when the bathing-room door opened. Maggie stepped into his room, her golden-brown tresses partially dry. Her hazel eyes gazed at him warily, and in their depths, a spark of defiance lurked. He couldn’t blame her. They didn’t have the most amicable relationship.
    The blue velvet gown she wore hugged the curves he’d explored thoroughly last night. He suppressed the urge to strip it from her inch by inch. That could come later. “Like the gown?”
    She ran a hand over the fabric and lifted a brow. “I don’t think this is one of mine? But it fits too perfectly not to be.”
    “I had it made for you.”
    She stared at him, surprise widening her eyes. “Why?”
    “Simply because I wanted to.”
    “But…we…just slept together. You couldn’t have known this would happen.”
    “I couldn’t?”
    “We hate each other. Of course you couldn’t have known.” Alarm colored her voice.
    He closed the distance between them, and when she attempted to step back, he placed his hands on her shoulders. She wouldn’t escape him so easily. “I knew from the moment you set foot in Eriannon. But I had to be sure.” He smiled. “I had a delightful time testing my theory during each of our encounters.”
    A scowl covered her face. “I’m sure you did.”
    Sliding his hands down her arms, he pulled her nearer. Her body tensed, but he ignored it. The material of her gown brushed against the legs of his trousers. While he desired nothing more than to take her in his arms, he couldn’t. They would end up back in bed. That was most pleasurable, but the nature of their problem called for talk, not lovemaking. At least not right now.
    But this simple touch, this simple contact, settled him better than any tincture could. He drank it in to prepare for the verbal warfare to come and then released her. “Come, let us begin our discussion.”
     
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    Maggie swallowed and glanced at the bed. His bedroom wasn’t the best place to talk. He might be an ass, but he was an ass she apparently couldn’t keep her hands off. “I don’t think this is the best place for a talk.”
    “I see your point. It’s better reserved for other activities.”
    She ground her teeth but ignored