went through all this effort to get ready.” Austin rested his hand around my side and pulled me in close, his other hand holding mine. His smell permeated my world, clean and spicy and masculine. “At least you can show off how beautiful you look.”
He bent to kiss me softly before he started moving, his steps graceful and sure, his prowess on the dance floor unsurprising. My dress swished around my legs as he swung me and then twirled me, one hand always holding mine, the other directing me.
My stress unraveled within minutes, and I smiled up at him as he spun me. I was rusty, but it didn’t matter, not with his firm and commanding leadership, never letting me stumble, making me look good with each move, even if it was just Cyra and the musicians watching us.
“We’ve battled mages in hairy conditions,” he said softly as we danced. “We’ve always been the underdog. We’ve always been inexperienced or way outnumbered. And yet we’ve come out on top time after time. With or without Ivy House. Keep the faith, love.”
Warmth filtered through me at the term of endearment. He’d said he loved me once, but not since. I knew he was waiting for me to go first before he said it again. He clearly wasn’t planning on hiding his regard, though.
My heart squished and I leaned in a little closer.
“The other heirs went for bad men,” I said as he turned me. “Men who ultimately killed them. Why did the gargoyle magic let that happen if it won’t let us finish the mating slide?
“You have no idea how those men started. Power corrupts.” Cyra had a refreshed dessert, clearly having asked for more. “Regardless, I suspect your gargoyle is feeding off your own hesitation. You are a woman of strong character, Jacinta Ironheart. You know what happened to the other heirs, and to your own first marriage. You know what’s riding on this—your future. Your safety. You are feeding that gargoyle, I think, and that’s why it’s holding back. It’s looking for more validation that he is worthy of you. That’s a guess, of course, but it stands to reason. You will be the greatest heir of all. Or…if not the greatest, then at least the one that lasts the longest.”
“Well.” I resisted Austin’s leading enough to get it across that I wanted to slow down. He wrapped his arms around my waist and the music slowed. I looped my arms around his shoulders. “Why haven’t you proved it, then?”
His eyes flashed. His kiss stole my breath. He didn’t respond, but I knew he felt the challenge. I knew he would rise to the occasion and answer it. Somehow.
The next afternoon, I led my team down the halls and to one of the exits in the smaller tunnels. We’d gotten the schedule earlier that morning. As Elliot had promised, we were going first. I was glad for it. I’d never been good at hanging around, waiting for something to happen.
The large wooden door over the exit was thrown wide, but there wasn’t a hole in the mountain face on the other side, as I’d expected. Another tunnel, darker than the one we’d been traveling, curved away and out of sight.
“Good thing we didn’t try to break out this way,” Niamh murmured as I stepped into the rougher-hewn tunnel and followed it away left.
Austin stayed by my side, in sweats and a T-shirt, face hard and power brimming.
“I wonder if they’re all like this,” Ulric said from the middle of the pack.
“Quite the fire hazard,” Edgar said.
“When you’re trapped in a mountain with a bunch of mages,” Mr. Tom said, “fire is the least of your worries.”
“You say that now,” Edgar replied. “Just wait until you’re also trapped with fire.”
The tunnel sloped up and bent around left, the space closing down.
“I forgot to mention—I’m not the best in small, confined spaces,” Hollace said, his voice strangely muted.
“Just think about if you were trapped with a fire in a small, confined space,” Edgar replied.
“What is wrong with ye?” came Niamh’s voice.
“Oh. Quite a lot, I think,” he replied. “I just keep trucking on and hoping for the best.”
“Jaysus,” Niamh muttered, and Cyra started laughing.
“Basajaun,” I called back as air fanned across my face. We were getting somewhere.
“Yes, Miss Jessie.”
“You good? The ceiling is a bit low. Are you hanging in there?”
“I do not have a problem with caves or tunnels. It will be a while before my back starts to ache