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gasp of passion. It was a murmur of controlled astonishment. The sigils weren’t just emblazed into his flesh. She felt their power radiating from his eyes.
    She felt drawn to it. In the swirl of arcane magic in his eyes was a promise. A promise of shared power, shared gifts. Ciardis lifted a hand as if to grab hold of the daemoni prince before her.
    She dropped it. One word came from her mouth. “How?”
    He smiled. He said nothing.
    She shuddered. The sigils were powerful symbols written with magic which could do anything from opening a gateway to a god to destroying a dragon with a net of fire. She had experience with both instances unfortunately. Thanar had conjured both of those sigils with her help, the former with her willing help and the latter without it.
    To be fair , she thought, he did save my life the second time.
    But that didn’t mean she trusted him. Besides as she recalled he was saving his own butt in the process. As she eyed the arrogant daemoni prince standing before them on the air, she thought about what this meant. She had no illusions. Thanar did nothing without a reason behind it that furthered his goals. So far whatever his goals were, she hadn’t liked them. Being bound to a crazy destructive-god worshipping daemoni prince was not her idea of a good time. Ever.
    Then she frowned. Something was happening. The sigils began to lighten. From a dark inky black to a charcoal gray. They grew progressively lighter by the second.
    Thanar raised a curious eyebrow as if questioning her fascination with his form. Ciardis ignored his gaze as she watched as the sigils disappeared before her eyes. Then when his flesh was clear of any markings, a white tunic appeared. Neatly buttoned to mid-stomach, and it even had sleeves. The damn thing covered his entire upper body. The dark aura surrounding him also dampened. It was like the whirlpool of power that Thanar represented had disappeared in moments. Instead a wolf in sheep’s clothing stood before her eyes.
    Make that a tiger in wolf’s clothing, she thought wryly. There was never anything fragile about Thanar. Sigils or no sigils.
    “Yes, Ciardis?” said Thanar’s silky voice.
    Ciardis almost cursed. Was she seeing things? What had just happened?
    Deciding a second opinion couldn’t hurt, she reached for Sebastian’s mind.
    Ciardis whispered, What do you see when you look at Thanar ?
    To his credit, Sebastian didn’t question her motives. He also didn’t hold back his critique.
    A douche in a billowy tunic and black leather pants , was his answer .
    Ciardis nearly choked on her answer . Is that all?
    Yes, was there supposed to be something more? A leather vest, perhaps?
    The sarcasm was thick in Sebastian’s tone. He still hadn’t gotten over her kissing the other male. To be fair, she hadn’t gotten over it either. Although she hoped it had been settled after she’d told Thanar he held no interest for her and she told Sebastian she loved him. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that it wasn’t anywhere near finished.
    No, she replied, just checking.
    Sebastian didn’t bother responding. A soft annoyance radiated from him. The kind of annoyance that was indicative of an upset lover put out that her attention was drawn to someone else. She almost sighed in irritation. Sometimes Sebastian was wise beyond his years. When he took up some of his princely duties was generally when that wisdom took precedence. But Sebastian could just be such an idiot boy sometimes. Granted, he was sixteen, but when she was sixteen she’d had two jobs, lived on her own, and was putting plans in place to woo her future husband. She had had the responsibilities of a poor woman facing a life of drudgery. He had had the responsibility from birth of a young man born to rule an empire. But it wasn’t just those circumstances that made them so different.
    She would have thought that his upbringing would have instilled a more polished veneer to his character. But