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"Now."
    "I told you, I can't." Since her gorgeous but grouchy companion had seen fit to kill the mood, Fiona gave up and leaned against the wall, which was not nearly as much fun as it would have been if he'd been pressing her up against it with that yummy body of his. The thought helped her muster up a respectable scowl of her own. "I don't have the magic. I'm drained."
    Seeing the Lupine's confusion and not in the mood to beaccused of lying, which she felt sure would be his nextstep, Fiona explained. "Fae magic is different from themagic you have here. It's an entirely different system,almost like another language, and the only language Ispeak is Fae. I might be able to puzzle out some of theimportant words if I concentrate really hard, but thatwould take more energy than I'd be likely to gather.

    Which means that if I want to use magic while I'm in thisworld, I need to use magical energy I brought with mefrom Faerie."
    "Then do that. Use what stuff you brought with you."
    "Like I just told you," she said, glaring, "I'm drained. I
    used up all the magic I brought when I was trying to keep from being eaten by a demon with a serious case of the munchies. I don't have anything left. That's why you're seeing what I really look like, instead of the glamour I had on when I got here. When I used the last of my magic, I couldn't even keep that simple a spell cast."
    His expression reflected his skepticism. "If you can't doany magic, where the hell did our clothes go in the firstplace?"
    Fiona shifted uncomfortably. Somehow, she didn't see Walker being all that comfortable with the idea that she'dbasically fed off the energy created by their intimateencounter. It was one of the inherent talents of the sidhebranch of the Fae that sex fueled their magic, and whilethat failed to even raise eyebrows in Faerie, itoccasionally proved a bit disturbing to inhabitants of thehuman world, Other or not. With that in mind, Fiona didn'treally want to be the one to have to explain it to thisalready-irritable Lupine. It would be enough of achallenge getting him to kiss her again as it was. If hereacted with the unease most of his fellow non-Fae feltfor folk who replenished their magic with the energy ofothers, he'd probably never touch her again. She reallywanted him to touch her again.
    "That was the last of it," she said, cautiously meeting his
    gaze. "I'm surprised I even had enough to manifest a

thought like that, but there's no way I can reverse it now.
    I'm tapped out."
    Walker's expression remained suspicious, but hereleased one of her wrists and used the other to tug heralong behind him. He crossed the room to a half-closeddoor Fiona had been much too occupied to notice earlier.
    As they stepped into the other room, she looked from theenormous invitingly rumpled bed to the Lupine's grimexpression and made a face. It didn't look like she shouldget her hopes up here, but she couldn't stifle thedisappointed sigh when he grabbed her by the shouldersand positioned her squarely in the center of the room,well away from any and all accommodatingly flatsurfaces.
    "Don't move."
    Obediently, she stood still and watched him rummagethrough a chest of drawers. He pulled out a pair of jeansfirst and tugged them on roughly. With his back turned,he missed the wistful expression that crossed her face asthe heavy cloth slid over and concealed his trulymouthwatering behind. She consoled herself by admiringthe way the fabric cupped and molded to him, right upuntil a veil of blue-striped cotton landed on her head,cutting off her vision. She reached up to yank it away andheard the thud of another garment landing at her feet.
    "Get dressed," he growled, and stalked past her out of
    the room without another glance.
    Sighing, Fiona picked up the sweatpants he'd left her anddropped them on the end of the bed while she slippedinto the soft cotton shirt and went to work on the buttons.

    Sometimes, she really wished her instincts were a littleless