given her space on this journey.
Walking over, she settled on the seat and stretched her legs out in front of her. She couldn’t pretend to be relaxed. There was no way she could hook even one leg on the stool. It would help her appear calm, but she knew it wouldn’t last long enough to give even the appearance of casualness. She had to have freedom of movement.
She looked down at her feet and waited for them to start. She wasn’t giving them any hints about where to start the discussion. They wanted to talk and teach her more about control. They could decide which was more important.
She didn’t hold much hope that they’d put the discussion about the scene earlier off for long. First, because she wasn’t that lucky. Second, they were just too stubborn to forget about it. Not that she had a clue what they could want to discuss. They’d said it all already and she’d promised not to do it again, although the temptation was definitely there.
“We’ll get the heavy stuff out of the way first and then get on to teaching you how to control your magic.” Linc sat on the bed and his eyes lasered in on her.
She raised an eyebrow at the way he phrased it, but nodded. It sounded as if he expected more trouble from her with the discussion of what had happened earlier than with teaching her magic. She grimaced. He might be right, depending on what they decided needed to be discussed.
Neither one of them made any move to speak. She stared at them for a moment before she moved restlessly on the seat. Being the focus of both men’s gaze made her a little nervous. She felt as though she was a particularly juicy bit of prey and she didn’t enjoy the sensation. It reminded her too much of living under Laed and Kynar and the time just after she’d run from the Thent.
“What more is there to say about it and what do you think I’m going to have a problem with?” She licked her lips and hesitantly broached the subject. This sitting silently and waiting for them to make the move wasn’t helping her relax in spite of them being across the room.
“We’ll get to what you’re going to have a problem with, but first I want to know what you think you know about our type. What is our type of woman?” Linc’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward and braced his arms on his thighs. His voice lowered and roughened.
She blinked and exhaled slowly. They hadn’t forgotten about that or decided to let it drop as she’d hoped. She really shouldn’t have expected them to ignore the comment. They were too observant and they’d been watching her closely for the last few days. That they’d put significance on that word shouldn’t be a surprise, but it was. They hadn’t immediately pounced on it. She’d taken that as a good sign. Her throat felt tight and her mouth worked for a moment without a sound coming out of it.
“Um, yes, that. I know you like small women. Most of them are very slim and…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for a word other than perfect. There was too much chance that they’d connect it to what they said to the women as they made love to them. It was bad enough feeling as though she was an intruder and seeing those things. She didn’t want them to realize exactly how intimately she’d seen them. Also if they knew, they could realize that she might be their mate because of the strength of the connection to them.
“And what?” Colm crossed one of his booted feet over his knee.
She wished she could be as relaxed and in control as they both seemed to be. “And of course, they have to be beautiful and graceful. I’m sure you had your pick at your Thent.”
Linc’s gaze narrowed on her for a moment and his jaw tightened. “That’s a good description of some of our last lovers. Where did you get it?”
She bit her lip. That was a question she hadn’t wanted to hear, but she decided to try a bluff. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Look at you. It’s obvious. Big, powerful men such as you always go for the tiny, reed-thin women who make them feel even bigger than they are.”
“Obvious? Then you should know very few men are so blind that they