Dale fumed, striding down the hallway and through the sitting room where he’d reunited the fire shifters only this morning.
It seemed like an eternity ago.
He could beam away, but he was in a mood for a good long stroll, perhaps through the royal gardens.
As he crossed the room, Aislinn teleported through the hearth, making him start.
“I’m not done talking to you,” she huffed.
He glared at her. “Well, I am.”
He pivoted on his heel and kept on walking, hearing the rustle of her dress behind him.
She grabbed his arm and spun him around, her eyes blazing up at him. “Do you really want to waste what little time we have together arguing?”
She was breathtaking in her womanly form, and he found it difficult to maintain his anger. Her starry dress hugged her lithe curves, and the firelight
