Chapter Three
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He knew she’d return. He sensed it in her look of longing as she left for dinner with that stupid sod of a caru.
“You’re here for my bed, I presume?” Selyf said as she slipped past the door.
Her eyes revealed everything she longed to say, but he understood her restriction.
“Will you sit with me?” he asked, beckoning her into the chair by his desk.
Gazing into the empty seat, she said, “I should not have come.”
Selyf said nothing as she looked on with apprehension.
Slipping her bag from her shoulder, she sat in the chair. “You should know you represent a distinct temptation for me.”
Her bold admission took his breath away. “As do you, for me,” he admitted. “But you needn’t fear me, Fay Trysta. I have spent all my adult life as a solitary magical. I know denia
