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He is speaking to Brew. Thalia gawked at the stranger in awe. Long, black hair with a raven’s sheen hung down to conceal his face and fell over broad shoulders like black water. Thalia moved closer, straining her ears to catch the man’s words. The summer wind carried the scent of him, of pine forests and fire. Shaking with fear, Thalia admired his strong, sculpted body encased in leather so fine the garment fitted like a second skin. His jerkin exposed golden skin stretched over hard muscle. Silver bands surrounded both of the stranger’s wrists.
    Thalia turned to run, her feet leaden. She hesitated. How could she leave Brew to the mercy of this man? Fear strangled her. She turned back. I need a spell to defend us against this stranger. Grinding her teeth she glanced around the tree and met the stranger’s troubled gaze. Mesmerised by the man’s almond-shaped, green, luminescent eyes, and striking features, Thalia stared at him.
    “I know you’re there. I can see you. Come out, I won’t hurt you.” The man opened his arms wide. “I’m trapped within this magyck circle. I cannot leave.” He pushed the long, glossy hair away from his face to reveal tall, pointed ears. “See? I am of the forest. Blessed by the gods as you are, and I bring you no harm, on my oath.”
    Surprised to see Brew move in a figure of eight between the man’s legs, Thalia bit her bottom lip. Her loyal cat always warned her of danger and he seemed to like this stranger. Trembling, she stepped from the safety of the tree. “Who are you and why are you in my forest?”
    “I am Lumos and I’m imprisoned here by the hand of the dark Magus.” He lifted his chin. “I speak the truth, Thalia, the gods my witness.”
    Gathering her wits, she cleared her throat. “How do you know my name?”
    The man stared at her as if she were a half-wit.
    “I’ve had a long conversation with Brew.” Lumos raised an eyebrow. “I understand your reluctance to speak to me and I would not have intruded on your privacy had not my plight been most urgent. Will you cast a spell to set me free?”
    Thalia wrung her hands. Indecision tore at her mind. Should she try to help this man? If so—how? She had no knowledge of a dark Magus or what spells were required to break a magyck circle. What if Lumos was like the other men and wanted to use her for his pleasure? She shuddered. The memories of Erik and his men, the countless rapes she had endured replayed in her mind. “No… I c-can’t.” She turned and ran, blindly crashing through the undergrowth, running, running with nowhere to hide.
     
    Shaking his head, Lumos stared after the witch. Little less than a child, the female moved with grace and speed. Gold streaked her waist-length, chestnut hair and with every stride the glossy strands caught fire in the dappled sunlight. The female’s scent enticed him to a point of madness. One whiff and his cock had become rock hard. His balls had drawn up so tightly they ached. He recognised the tantalising, female allure like an echo in his subconscious. There could be no doubt that this timid, gentle creature was the mate he yearned for, gods help him. If only he had listened to the Nightdragon and had found the witch earlier, he could have saved her from Garro’s men. He swallowed hard. The pain radiating from Thalia stabbed at his heart. Her face held an innocent beauty, but her eyes—gods—in her gentle gaze lay a sadness that burned deep into his soul. He rubbed the back of his neck and waved a hand at Brew. “Go with her, friend, she needs your comfort.”
    “ She needs a friend like you, Lumos, to let her know that a male can offer gentleness. I cannot give her what she needs. She does not hear my mind as you do.”
    “We need each other, the dragon and the butterfly.” Lumos rubbed his chin. “Gods, it will take a miracle for her to trust me enough to set me free, let alone the journey we must make together. I must be in Drakka in three