that soothed and removed the chill that remained within my bones. Citrus lingered in the room, and it calmed my senses against the sexual assault that was rocking through me.
Shimmying out of my panties, I slowly stepped into the tub as a moan escaped my lips. Settling in, I leaned back, watching the dancing flames in front of me as the sound of pages turning fought with the crackling and snapping of the fire that licked the wood. Sitting up, something in the fire caught my eye. I leaned forward, which brought my ass out of the water.
“There’s something in there.” I swallowed, watching the tiny creatures that crawled on the logs, dancing within the flames. Fire fairies? I smiled, turning wide eyes toward Torrin, who watched me with lust in his gaze, burning hotter than the fire.
“Fucking bathe, woman,” he growled, sitting back in the chair as his nostrils flared.
Sulking, I sat back in the tub and washed my body quickly. I worked the shampoo through my hair, grimacing when I discovered there was no conditioner to make brushing my hair more manageable.
Stepping from the water, I wrapped the drying cloth around me and went to the amber decanter of whiskey. After pouring two glasses full, I padded to Torrin, offering him the second glass. I waited for him to drink it before indulging, uncaring that if someone had poisoned it, he’d have died from it first. Someone had to be the sampler, right?
“Are you planning to bathe too?” I asked, noting his brows pushed together as he watched me drink the alcohol.
“Not tonight, no. I’ve given your laundry to the hostess to wash. I figured it was safer than you riding with me without panties.”
“Indeed,” I chuckled, sitting in the other chair while sipping the drink.
The liquor tasted different from what the last inn had served, but it was wet, and I was thirsty. My eyes slowly feasted on Torrin’s powerful body while he studied me. This legendary warlord boasted of strength in everything he did, and there was a cunningness in his gaze that bothered me.
I knew he was playing me. That much was evident from the words he’d spoken to the others and his king. Torrin was used to getting what he wanted, and that was currently me. He had women falling at his feet, which wasn’t my issue. I didn’t care how many women he had because I didn’t intend to get attached to him.
My mission was simple: find the library and my brother. And then get as far away as possible from this man and his king. Torrin assumed he’d caught us, and while I hadn’t expected to end up at his feet, it worked out in my best interest. If it hadn’t, I’d already be gone. Hell, I’d have been gone the moment he got too close to me.
I’d already worked out an exit plan from this inn, but that wouldn’t get me any closer to finding Landon or the library. I’d seen Torrin’s memories, and I’d seen within his mind the book that could have only come from the library. That meant either he’d been within it, or he had someone who knew the location.
“You’re plotting,” he stated, narrowing his eyes on me as I lifted the cup to my lips.
“I’m deciding if you’d be worth bedding when the moon calls me in a couple of days. If I decide otherwise, I must find another male in which to unleash my sorely neglected pussy.”
His lips twitched as his eyes pooled with heat. “You assume I’d allow another to fuck you after tasting you?”
“I assume the male who ends up in bed with me is my choice, and only mine, to make. Unless, of course, you believe you can force me to accept you as my lover.” I stated, lifting the glass to my lips as my eyes grew heavy.
I looked into the glass, frowning before setting it down on the desk. My body grew heated while he watched me. Smiling roguishly, Torrin steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. I stood and moaned as the chair brushed against my thigh. Turning, I looked at him before shuddering violently.
“Moonflower-spiked whiskey,” he explained, watching my hand slide to my tingling nipple. “Aphrodisiac to your kind; normal whiskey to mine,” he muttered, his eyes heating while they dropped to where my hand was smoothing over my flesh.
Moaning exploded from the surrounding rooms, and I groaned. “You didn’t think you should tell me?” I questioned,