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patrol. I wanted you and Whisper to go to the caves that the trolls
frequented. They’re empty now, or at least, last time we checked. I want you to
blow them up, create a cave in.”
    “Block their path to a
safe retreat.” Morrigan thought about this plan then nodded. “That is a damn
fine idea. However, I am not going with him.”
    Brook rolled her eyes.
“He’s the best warrior we have!”
    “I’d rather do it
alone.” Which was a bad idea but she wasn’t about to admit that aloud. “Or have
Bray come with me.” There, not a stupid plan but still not having to deal with
Whisper. Damn it, she had to stop thinking his name. It sent a shiver down her
spine every time.
    “Bray is on baby duty.
Breena gave birth last night.”
    “Oh, hey, good for her.”
    “Bray will be watching
them, and the others will be patrolling the city. I also have the leprechauns
stopping by to check out the damage, and I’m trying to pull a meeting together
with the banshees.”
    Morrigan faltered.
“You’re kidding me?”
    “Well, they are
descended from fairies. I know they have a bad rep but maybe it’s just a story.
Did you know there’s a banshee battle goddess named Morrigan?”
    “No, I didn’t but,
Brook, they’re supposed to be angry women who kill without remorse.”
    “A story!” Brook tilted
her head.
    Morrigan rolled her
eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changed the subject.”
    Brook gave her best
innocent look and turned as Thame landed. “Whisper knows where the caves are.
Get it done and get out. If you’re not back by mid-day, I’m sending in a search
party.” Brook placed a hand on Morrigan’s shoulder and squeezed. “Stay safe.”
    “I will but I may just
shoot the idiot,” Morrigan muttered. She watched Thame pick up Brook, and they
both flew down toward the kingdom where remains of the big battle still
lingered.
    “I do have a name, you
know,” the dark fairy said from the shadows of the forest.
    “Yeah, idiot.” Morrigan
frowned, something she seemed to be doing a lot of lately. “How far are the
caves?” There was no way she was letting him fly her there. She didn’t want his
hands anywhere near her body. Not really, but her core clenched at the thought,
and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. She walked to the forest edge,
keeping her distance from the dark shadows Whisper liked to frequent.
    “Several miles,” he said
in his deep voice directly above her.
    Morrigan looked up and
watched him land before her. “Five? Ten? Twenty?”
    “About ten.” He held out
his hand.
    Well,
shit. She could jog at least two and push herself for five but ten was out of the
question. “If you pinch my ass again, I will shoot you, even if we’re in
mid-air.”
    Whisper chuckled, not
opening his lips. He nodded his head in a sort of bow.
    Morrigan’s body was
cooing at the idea, but her mind was sending up warning flags. Walk the damn ten miles! She reached out
and placed her hand in his. Whisper’s skin was warm against her palm. She
stiffened when he reached around her and gripped her waist firmly. Her body
felt tense, on edge, as if she was on the ledge of a skyscraper with nothing to
prevent her fall but a thin thread of yarn. The ground fell away from her feet.
Whisper’s grasp tightened and his black wings fluttered.
    Apparently, not all
fairies flew the same. Whisper was fast. Treetops whizzed by, and the wind was
like a force against her skin. She held on tighter, her mind going from lust to
fear as Whisper wove in and out of trees. They were lowering already, heading
toward the ground, and Morrigan caught sight of the caves. It was a line of
dark entrances. They hugged the cliffs with the waves crashing just beneath.
    Whisper brought them
down to the ground, but once she landed, he didn’t pull away. The lust was ever-present.
She tried to imagine bloody battles and taking a bath in mustard. None of the
images hindered the rising fervor. Morrigan pushed him away, and his