All in all, it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon.
"God," I said, looking at the clock discreetly placed near the door. The one that said it was four forty-five. "I'm going to be horribly late if I don't get moving."
"Hmmmm," he said, his concentration obviously more on the foot he was kneading than what I was actually saying.
Not that I was objecting, mind.
Although it was just as well we'd moved from the spa room to the jungle room an hour ago, because my foot—and the rest of me—would have resembled a prune by now.
But as much as I knew I had to go, I still had a reason to stay—a reason beyond the teasing, erotic sensations being caused by the light caress of his fingers.
"Do you know why a couple of Razan would be living in the city?"
He looked at me. "Are there Razan living in Melbourne?"
"Two of the men who attacked me wore the Razan tattoo, and one of them was apparently a half-Aedh."
"Half-Aedh rarely become Razan."
"Even if they don't have Aedh powers?"
"Many half-breeds don't get Aedh powers." He began kneading my foot again. "And few of them ever have such depth of power that they feel fully Aedh, like you do."
"Which doesn't preclude the possibility that a half-breed could become Razan."
"That is true." His touch moved up my leg, his fingers light against my skin.
I licked my lips, the need to ask my questions warring with the need to just lie back and enjoy. "So, to repeat the question, why would there be Razan in the city?"