Warmth infused her, coiling in her belly like liquid honey and then radiating through her entire quivering frame. Slowly she opened her eyes again. Conor was standing just beyond the circle, watching her with rapt fascination.
A welcoming smile curved her lips, and she stretched a hand over the tiny golden flames. “I knew you’d come here tonight.”
She looked like a mystical pagan goddess in the shimmering light—beautiful, exotic, and outrageously desirable. Conor felt his breath catch as fierce hunger began to churn through him in billowing waves.
“When Sinead called and told me you’d gone to Kilbaha, I broke every speed limit to get here.” Now that he knew she was safe, he could make light of the terror that had nearly consumed him. “Are you Circe, then, weaving your spells to summon m
