Stolen Magic (Dragon's Gift: The Huntress Book 3) (19 page)

I grinned and shrugged, then headed to the enormous shower to turn on the water. If Aidan wanted to be my dude, he’d probably better get used to me being filthy. True, I was presently grosser than normal. My usual jobs only involved forty percent dirt coverage, at most.
 

But best to begin as you intend to continue, someone smarter than me once said.
 

I turned the fancy silver taps in the big marble shower and jumped back as the eight shower heads turned on. My laugh echoed off the gleaming stone walls, and I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes. They were so filthy that they almost stood up on their own.

It didn’t take me long to get clean, but I spent an extra few minutes because the shower was just plain awesome. It was one of my favorite places in the world. I’d dreamed of it since I’d used it last, every time I’d stepped into my own tiny one at home.

Regretfully, I climbed out of the shower and gazed dourly at my filthy clothes. I really didn’t want to put them on like that. Maybe Aidan had clothes in the closet in this room. I went out to check, but my gaze was caught by the note and clothes on the bed.

It was short, saying only that I could toss my dirty clothes in the washer in the room at the end of the hall, and Iona would see that they made it to the dryer. There was a big t-shirt and gym shorts next to the note on the bed.

Aidan’s.

They didn’t fit, but they were clean, and that was all I cared about. I tugged them on, then carried my dirty clothes to the washroom and loaded the state-of-the art washer.
 

“Could probably fly to the moon in that thing,” I muttered.
 

My own washer bounced itself across my tiny kitchen every time I turned it on, pissing off Nix, who lived below me. Whenever I was peeved with her, I ran it at night. She retaliated by roasting broccoli, which tasted delicious but smelled vile when it wafted up through the floor. Of course, she didn’t share, so I just got the smell.

We might not be blood sisters, but that didn’t stop us from acting like it. And I loved her with all my heart.

After flicking off the lights in the washroom, it didn’t take me long to find the room at the end of the east wing. I stepped inside, expecting a regular old sitting room and getting a masterpiece of windows and a glass ceiling instead.

Telescopes perched around the perimeter of the room, aimed at the sky. In the middle was a blanket laid out on the floor with candles and plates of sandwiches spread upon it. The dim light was enough to illuminate the scene but not kill the glow of the moon and stars sparkling through the glass above.

Aidan stood and spread out his arms. “What do you think? Not a half bad picnic.”

“Not at all.” It was downright perfect, in fact. “Best I’ve ever seen, actually.”

“Iona is busy, so I had to figure out dinner on the fly. I hope sandwiches and beer are all right.”

“Perfect.” I approached him, my heart feeling somehow light and heavy at once.

“You look good.” His dark gaze was appreciative.

I glanced down at the baggy clothes. “These old things? Just had them lying around.”

He grinned, then leaned down. I stood on my tiptoes, my heart racing, and pressed my lips to his. I sighed against his mouth, at the amazing heat and softness of his lips. When he pulled away, I frowned.

“Eat,” he said. “It’s been too long since we’ve taken a break. You need to eat.”

My stomach grumbled then, as if it had ears.

Aidan grinned. “See, your stomach agrees.”

“Apparently.” I picked up a sandwich stuffed full of ham and cheese.

Aidan popped the tops on two green glass bottles of Harp, an Irish beer I recognized from back home. It was more similar to my beloved PBR than the more famous Guinness, so I was grateful. He passed one over, and I took it gratefully and sipped the bubbling cold brew.

“So you like astronomy?” I nodded to the telescopes.

“Yeah. I used to look at the stars a lot when I was a kid stuck at my dad’s place.”

My heart tugged for him at the memory of the place his father had retreated to after killing two of his colleagues on the Alpha Council. Remote and desolate in the Highlands of Scotland, it would have been a lonely place for a boy to grow up.

“So now you can really look at them,” I said.

He grinned. “Exactly. I rarely do, though. I ought to start.”

“You should.”

“I’ve just been so busy with Origin Enterprises.” He took a bite of his sandwich, his gaze thoughtful. After he swallowed, he said, “And now with you. But that, I like.”

“Me too.” I sipped my beer.

“Is your locket from your parents?” he asked.

I reached up to touch the golden heart that nestled next to my comms charm, my heart pinging. “Yes. At least, I think so. I want it to be from them.”

“There’s nothing inside of it?” he asked. “No photos?”

“I can’t open it.” I’d tried a lot as a girl, hoping to find a clue about my past within. “It’s stuck.”

“You’ve tried magic?”

“I have, but not much. Just took it to a couple of witches when I was a teenager. They couldn’t get it open.” Hope flared in my chest. “But maybe Aethelred can help. I’m going to see him about it as soon as we fix the portal.”

“It’s a good idea.”

We finished eating, chatting about lighter topics than dead parents and lonely childhoods. I felt like I’d known Aidan longer than I actually had, as if the dramatic nature of our circumstance drew us closer. But that was pretty textbook, right?

“Would you like to look at the stars?” Aidan asked.

“Sure.” This was turning out to be a really good date.

We found spots at the side of the room and lay on our backs, an enormous telescope propped over us and pointing at the glass ceiling. Aidan was so close that the heat of his body warmed mine, sending goosebumps over my skin.

This was the first time in a month that we’d been alone and not running for out lives or one of us ill from injuries. Which made it damned hard to focus on Aidan’s words as he told me how to adjust the telescope.
 

His arm brushed my chest as he fiddled with the telescope, trying to give me the best view of the stars or planets or whatever the hell I was supposed to be looking at.

“There,” he said, his voice low at my ear. “Now you can look.”

I peered up through the telescope, trying to focus on the lights and colors, but all I could comprehend was Aidan’s soft breath at my ear and the touch of his arm against mine.

When I felt his hand on my stomach, I stiffened, my heart pounding a fierce tattoo against my ribs. He paused, his hand warm and still, as if to give me a chance to protest.

I didn’t. I just stayed staring up through the telescope, praying he’d move his hand up or down or anywhere at all.
 

When he drew his fingertips in circles on my abdomen, my breathing became harsher.

“You’re so damned beautiful, Cass.” His voice was a rasp at my ear.
 

I shivered, then tilted my face toward his for a kiss.

“Keep looking,” he said.

I almost growled, but the promise in his eyes made me turn my head back to the telescope. When I’d finally focused back on the star or planet—I had no idea because I’d been distracted when he’d described what I was looking at—Aidan’s fingertips drifted beneath my shirt.

They were hot against my stomach, a burning brand so fierce it might leave a mark. Tingles streaked through me, lighting up all my nerve endings and making me whimper.

A satisfied sound escaped Aidan’s throat, the closest thing to a growl I’d ever heard a human make. When his lips pressed to my throat, I closed my eyes, giving up on the stars above. I focused only on the path of his lips and the pleasure that trailed behind.

His tongue darted out, licking a delicate line along the tendon at my neck. My breath strangled in my lungs, and my head spun. It’d been ages since I’d been with a guy, and this wasn’t any guy.

This was Aidan.

The guy.

My guy.

The one that I’d gotten to know so well, that I respected so much. Having waited for this, instead of making it a quick hookup between jobs, made it so much more special.

Not to mention hot. I was on fire, every part of my body blazing like an inferno. I might not be ready to round all the bases yet, but I didn’t want to stop here, either.

Unable to take it anymore, I turned and met his gaze. “I’m done looking at the stars.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

In some wonderful twist of fate, I woke before our alarm clock, nestled against Aidan’s side. I yawned, memories of last night sending heat across my cheeks. We hadn’t gone all the way—I hadn’t been ready yet—but what we’d done had given me more than enough reason to turn red from my head to my toes.

The dawn sun broke through the clouds on the horizon and sent a golden light into the bedroom. It reflected off Aidan’s face, highlighting his ridiculous hotness and the dark sweep of his lashes. His lips were still slightly swollen, and I blushed at the memory of the things he’d done with them.

As if he’d sensed my thoughts, his eyes opened. He blinked sleepily, then turned his head toward me.

“Hey.” Sleep roughened his voice.

“Hey.”

“Thanks for last night,” he said.

“Likewise.” I kissed his lips, then shivered again. “You did most of the work.”

“I’d hardly call it work.” He grinned. “But if you’re hiring, consider last night my application.”

“You’re on the payroll.” I wished we could stay here all morning. My body ached, and my brain was still foggy from sleep. We hadn’t gotten much rest last night, but it’d been enough to get me ready to go today.

The reminder of what faced us cast a pall over my cheer.

“We should go see the Nullifier. He should wake soon,” I said.

“You’re right.” Aidan leaned over and kissed me one last time, then we both hurried out of bed.

Aidan fetched my clean clothes from the washroom—I’d refused to do the walk of shame through his house in case Iona was in the hall—while I brushed my teeth in the bathroom.

After dressing, I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table. As I went to shove it into my pocket, the blinking blue light caught my eye. I turned it over to look at the screen.

Missed Call.

From Aerdeca.
 

Oh shit.
 

I stabbed her name with my thumb and hit
Call
, then waited, bouncing on my feet.

“You need to get here quick,” she said as soon as the line connected.

“What’s wrong?”

“More than half the museum is gone now. And the portal has expanded even more. The Order thinks it could suck in more than Magic’s Ben. Maybe as far as Portland.”

Where my friends were.

“Shit. Okay. We’re coming. Be there within an hour.” I prayed I could deliver that. I’d only be able to if the Nullifier woke up.

I hung up with Aerdeca and found the Nullifier’s room. Aidan was already there, talking to Iona’s niece, who had taken over for her in the middle of last night.

“I’ll bring breakfast here,” she said, her Irish accent a charming match to her red curls. My
deirfiúr
and I had trained ourselves away from our accents as a way to better hide our real identities, but I’d probably sound and look just as wholesomely Irish as Siobhán if I hadn’t.

“Thank you, Siobhán,” Aidan said.

She grinned and left the room.

“He needs to wake up soon,” I murmured as we sat in the chairs at the side of his bed. As much as I wanted to shake him awake, he was old and healing, and even I wasn’t that big of a jerk.

As I told Aidan about the conversation with Aerdaca, I couldn’t stop bouncing my knee as I watched the Nullifier, hoping his eyes would open.

When they finally did, part of me regretted hoping they’d open. As soon as his gaze landed on us, my magic dampened. The aching loss filled my chest. He had to be dampening the magic that fueled my concealment charm as well.

“Stop,” I pleaded. “You’ll lead the Monster to us.”

The Nullifier’s blue gaze cleared. His dampening power dissipated. My shoulders relaxed as my magic welled again, filling the emptiness in my chest.

“How did he find me after all these years?” he asked, his gaze both worried and curious.

“What? Who?”

“Victor Orriordor. The man who walked into the clearing at my home and then blew me out of the sky.”

“Victor Orriordor?” My heart pounded. That was the Monster’s name?

“Yes. At least, that is what he used to go by. Centuries ago. But I don’t understand why he found me. I thought he’d stopped looking.”

“Centuries?” I was so lost. “How is he immortal?”

“I do not know. He may not be, but he’s lived long somehow.” The Nullifier struggled to sit upright. I helped him, adjusting the pillows behind his back.
 

“How did you meet him?” I asked.

“He came to me about three hundred years ago. He wanted to kill me to take my powers.”

“For immortality?”

“I think not. He had the air of someone with tragedy in their past. And I’d heard stories. I thought he wanted to kill his own magic. To destroy the FireSoul within him by taking my power of nullification. It would suppress all of his magical ability. Take it away.”