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traitorous body responded to the vision. The center of her being ached with an unfamiliar need, something she had never felt before.
    Demon’s dung.
    She swallowed back the passion and opened her eyes.
    His intense, dark stare bore straight to her soul. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. Danger swirled in the depth of his glare, but she didn’t care. Her body wasn’t listening. Her insides were humming with desire. His gaze moved lazily to her lips.
    Oh gods, he’s going to kiss me.
    His head lowered.
    For a moment, she wanted to experience the pleasures she knew he’d give. What would it feel like to touch him intimately? Tempest knew it was impossible; she’d pay dearly if he touched her again.
    His low, husky voice whispered in her ear. “You want me to kiss you. I can sense your excitement.”
    She did want that. She licked her bottom lip and bit down desperately trying to quash the rising heat. Flames of delight danced in his eyes.
    “Please…don’t. I couldn’t bear it.” She squinted, unable to trust herself any further. She wanted that one kiss. Just once, she wanted to touch and be touched without feeling what others felt.
    He moved away, and the cold returned. “I don’t understand you.”
    She stuttered a response. “Nobody can touch me.” She hung her head and hesitated. “It hurts too much.”
    “How can that be?”
    “I don’t know, it just is. It started when I was just a small child, so my parents sent me here.”
    He frowned and shook his head taking a few steps back. “What is your name?”
    “Tempest.”
    “My name is Ryder, or do you already know that?” he prompted with a questioning stare.
    “Yes, I know your name.”
    “What else did you learn about me when I touched you?”
    “I’m sorry, Ryder.”
    “Sorry for what?” He sounded annoyed again.
    She looked at him sheepishly. “About the battle…and your eye.”
    Fury raged once again. “Don’t ever mention it again. Do you hear me?”
    “I just…”
    “No! Not ever again. Understand?” He roared like an angered animal.
    Then it dawned on her. She realized she’d found her bargaining chip. “Okay, I agree never to speak it again, if you agree never to touch me again.” The words pained her as she spoke them.
    Colored flames jumped into the air as he stalked around the perimeter of the fire.
    “I guess we have a deal.”

Chapter Four
    “Please, master, it weren’t my fault,” the creature sputtered with limited breath and black demon blood gurgling from the corners of his mouth.
    The toe of Fedor’s boot connected with the creature’s stomach for one final blow. A sickening silence followed the assault.
    “Oh, I see, it must have been fucking fairies who flew in and let her out of her cell.” Unable to grasp the thought that Tempest was gone, he clenched his fists in rage. She was his. Now, he’d have to spend valuable time and resources to find her…again.
    “I’m surrounded by fucking morons,” he shouted at the top of his lungs, looking up at the ceiling of green, blue, and yellow icicles. “Stupid bitch! She will be my bride. Does everyone in this forsaken stone pit hear me?”
    The collective click of heels on ice echoed through the cavern.
    “Pretty boy, get him ready for transport.” Fedor motioned and pointed to the guardsman lying lifeless on the floor. The three-armed creature with one giant eye stepped forward and grabbed the dead monster by his shoeless feet, pulling him away from the room.
    Fedor strode toward the large shining florescent cabinet standing alone on the far wall of the cavern. He pulled the heavy ice doors open exposing a multitude of icicles. Each one was different in size, shape, and color. On the middle shelf, one icicle lay segregated—a clear spear, but inside, the yellow jewel shone brightly in the center illuminating the icicle from one end to the other with its vibrant color.
    He smiled and picked up his insurance. The stone within the icicle was his