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    “It’s very pretty.” Cate deliberately kept her comments vague. She didn’t want him thinking she was taking him up on his very tempting offer just yet. While Rook was every bit built to suit her wildest fantasies, Cate suspected letting herself get too intimate with him would ruin any chance she had of getting Maya back home before Midsummer’s Eve ended.
    Cate slowed her steps, forcing him to glance back at her. “I think you had other reasons for bringing me here, besides just to play in the sand and surf.”
    He gave her a sultry look and slid his free hand possessively around her waist, bringing the flair of her hips close, the hard edge of his arousal pressing against the softness of her belly. “What gave you that impression? Maybe that’s exactly why I brought you here. I’ve waited a very long time for you.” His hot hand kneaded the curve of her butt.
    Hell, two could play hardball in this game. “Because if that’s all you’d wanted,” Cate said as she went on tiptoe, purposely brushing her breasts in a slow slide up his chest and bringing her mouth level with his chin, “you could have tried that topside. You want something.” She brushed her mouth over his chin, the shadow of dark stubble there abrading her sensitive lips. “And you want it bad. It just depends what you’re willing to do to get it.”
    He bent to capture her mouth, but Cate backed away just as fast, pulling out of his arms. “I think you need me to get whatever it is. So how about this—you answer my questions. Truthfully,” she amended with haste, knowing fae were tricky beings, “and in return I’ll help you get what you want.”
    A blaze of sexual desire roared behind Rook’s eyes. He growled low in his throat and flexed his hands, but he didn’t move any closer to her. “You’re a dangerous woman, Catherine O’Connell.”
    “So you’ve said.” A sultry smile curved her lips as she spun on her foot, then resumed walking up the path toward the palace. Rook quickly fell into step beside her.
    “What’s your first question?”
    She glanced at him from beneath her lashes. “Uh uh. First, what is it you want?”
    “Isn’t that a question?”
    She speared him with an incredulous look. Dancing around in verbal circles wasn’t going to help her find Maya or figure out what the hell this invasion was Rook had mentioned to his bobblehead friend. She sighed.
    “Your friend, the huge blond one Miss Big Eyes called Kallus, abducted my friend. Where would he have taken her?”
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    Rook hadn’t been having much luck tamping down the raw sexual response she elicited in him, but her question was more effective than an ice bath. She knew about Kallus. Her words reminded him she was a Seer.
    Yes, Catherine was dangerous on more than one level. She distracted him. She inflamed him. She lured him to an impossible end. And, damn it to the fae Hell of Morgolath, but he still burned for her.
    He swatted a bit of foliage hanging low in the path out of his way. Furry Illith-caste fae danced among the branches like monkeys, swinging and following them through the trees, chattering to one another. An all-out battle ensued as they happened upon a tree heavy with ripe purple gilly fruit.
    Rook knew precisely where Kallus was at this very moment. That spawn of a toadwhore would be presenting his conquest to the royal Shadow Court in the capital of Seaneath, trying to take Rook’s rightful spot as leader of the invasion. But Kallus would be cowed to his proper place once Rook presented a Seer to the court. Nothing was going to top that. It had been four centuries since the Shadow Court had welcomed a Seer into their midst. His father would have to recognize him as the best leader for the invasion.
    As the foliage gave way to the wide green lawn that surrounded his seaside palace, Rook realized he had two options open to him. The first would prove far less enjoyable but more straightforward: take Cate to the Shadow Court,