Finvarra winced.
It was inconvenient, this bond betwixt the maiden whom Finvarra desired most and this mercenary. Their paths should never have crossed and, worse, Elizabeth’s abilities to see what should have been discerned only by the Fae worked against Finvarra. Those ribbons convinced her of the warrior’s merit when the common sense so favored by mortals would have induced her to avert her gaze.
Still, all was not lost as yet.
Finvarra opened the portal enough to pass through it himself and smiled to find Elizabeth alone and gazing after Rafael. He stepped up behind her, eyeing her perfect proportions, the gleaming ebony of her hair, the lusciousness of her curves. It would take him eternity to tire of her charms, Finvarra was certain.
“He is easy to look upon, for a mortal,” he mu
