Waddling across the room, Levet halted in front of the massive fireplace and spoke a low word of magic. Instantly the pile of logs caught fire, filling the room with a welcome heat.
“Cyn seems to believe that you will freeze to death if I do not ensure that there is a fire lit in each room you might enter,” Levet muttered, turning to glance toward the empty pots that had held the nectar she’d consumed just minutes after Cyn had left. A blush touched her cheeks. It wasn’t her fault she’d devoured the entire stash. She was an emotional eater. “He also insisted that I monitor your food intake.”
Her brows snapped together. “Why?”
“He feared you might allow your magic to drain you if there wasn’t someone near to remind you to replenish your strength.”
“Oh.” A perilous warmth spread through her heart. “He said that?”
Levet rolled his eyes. “It was really more of a growl.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“Oui. I am to contact him immediately if I suspect that you are in danger of burning out.”
“Burning out?”
“Using too much magic.”
She shook her head, wondering what game Cyn was playing. Or maybe he was just demented.
That would explain how he could jump from the unwelcoming host, to the determined seducer, to the fussing mother hen. All in the space of a couple of hours.
His moods changed faster than a drunken dew fairy.
“I’m in no danger,” she said.
A part of her wanted to be annoyed that Cyn would question her ability to take care of herself.
She might not be a kick-ass vampire warrior like Lise, but she wasn’t helpless.
But a larger part was secretly savoring the sensation of having someone worry about her. When was the last time anyone had considered her needs? Among her people she was little more than a political pawn. Her feelings, her desires, her hopes and dreams were meaningless.
They certainly didn’t spend any time fretting over the fear that she might be cold or hungry, or that she might be using too much magic.
“I have the bowls tuned to the various Oracles as well as triggered to warn me when someone enters the caves or if the Oracles leave,” she continued, pointing toward the images that flickered on top of the water.
Levet moved to peer into the nearest bowl. “Clever.”
Fallon bit her bottom lip, still obsessed with the fact that Cyn had sent the gargoyle to watch over her.
“So why is Cyn concerned?”
Lifting his head, the gargoyle glanced at her in confusion. “There is only one reason a male spends time thinking about whether a woman is eating or not, ma belle. Clearly he cares.”
Her brows drew together as she remembered the sparks that flew between them whenever they were in the same room.
“If he cared, he wouldn’t be so—”
“So?” Levet prompted.
Unpredictable? Fascinating? Gut-wrenchingly sexy?
“Annoying.”
“He is a vampire.” Levet’s wings twitched, his gaze dangerously astute as he watched the hint of color touch her cheeks. “It is in their DNA to be a pain in the derrière.”
Belatedly realizing she’d given away her fascination for the vampire who should mean nothing to her, she hastily tried to act as if her interest had nothing to do with her and everything to do with her sister who’d so recently become the mate of a vampire.