return the favor tenfold, and I only know the nasty spells of my bloodline. If I kiss you, it will be because I want to kiss you. If I tell you things, it will be because I want you to know them. Use your demon mojo on me, and I will get evil on you, and you know it, so don’t push me. You have things I want to learn about my history, but more than that, you know my mother. Which means you may know who took her or who would want to take her. If you help me, I will help you. That is my offer. Take it or leave it, Van Helsing.”
“I only used my influence when I kissed you, and only a sliver of it. I can’t make you want me. You’re a Silversmith. You’re immune to that part of what I am because you cursed me. You’re my cure for the incubus magic within me. Yes, I can enhance your libido, and you can enhance mine. That is because we were united, and our bloodlines are the fuel on the fire that ignites when we touch. What Cole did, that is more incubi driven. We’re uncertain of why he can wield it against Silversmiths. It has only ever worked on halflings until you. You saw me between your pretty thighs, didn’t you?” Rhys dropped his gaze to the pulse on my throat that gave away my lie before I even whispered it. He smiled devilishly, lifting his hand to touch my cheek. “Cole wasn’t lying entirely. I’m not a good guy. I don’t play by anyone else’s rules. When I give my word, I keep it. And the list of who wouldn’t want your mother captured or dead is much shorter than those who do.”
“Was there a yes in there somewhere?” I asked, exhausted from driving from Seattle to Spokane, across the entire state of Washington. Then to show up to a mess at my mother’s house, ending up a prisoner because I hadn’t listened to Winchester, who would never let me live this down if I survived it.
Chapter Six
Rhys held my hand as we vacated the sanctuary and made a beeline to the waiting sleek, black Suburban. He had an entire caravan of knights outside the vehicles dressed in dark clothing and tactical gear. It appeared as if Rhys expected an assault or was escorting royalty instead of one exhausted Silversmith and a nymph who was currently touching his knights in inappropriate ways.
“Nyx, stop groping them!” I complained, trying to yank my hand back to point my finger toward her, yet Rhys refused to allow me to use of my hand. “It’s inappropriate.”
“And fun, you should try it,” Nyx giggled
“I’ve done all the groping I want to do tonight. Thank you very much!” I groaned tiredly, noting Rhys’s lips that twitched with my words.
“You groped him?” Nyx smiled, wiggling her eyebrows meaningfully.
I watched as my bag was brought out to the back of a Suburban and tossed inside. My gaze slid to Nyx, who waited for my reply. My teeth worried my lip while I decided what to tell her. I’d been more than groped and had done more than that to the male currently holding my hand.
“I made out with him.”
“Is that what we’re going with?” he asked, tracing his thumb over the pulse on my wrist. “I’m pretty sure you got a little more than that tonight, Silversmith.”
“Indeed, it is. That’s all the information anyone needs to know about what happened in that room tonight.” My eyes dared him to argue it, his sparkling with amusement before dragging his tongue over his very rideable lips.
“I need more details than that! Did you make her pretty kitty purr? It needs to purr. She’s growing cobwebs, and it’s such a waste. And considering who Remi is, and what she is, she needs to use those pelvic muscles. Did the curse happen? We’re you inexplicably drawn to one another with the need to bend that ass over and spread those—”
“And that’s enough from you!” I squeaked abruptly, pausing at the sound of Rhys’s rumbling dark laughter. Leveling him with a chilling glare just made him smile wickedly, and his damn thumb found my pulse on my wrist again, stroking it slowly.
“The curse is true. And yes, it has ignited between us, Nyx. Unfortunately, we were disturbed, and our liaison was interrupted. Considering how much magic Remi wielded earlier tonight, I’m sure we will have time