“It was gravely annoying, your gentlemanly behavior.”
He ground his teeth.
“But,” she went on, “your capitulation was spectacular.”
He came close to losing his struggle and warned, “I would leave me now, witch.”
“Calm, chéri,” she urged. “I only watched until you tackled her. As magnificent as that was, I left you to your enjoyment of each other and waited the duration the effects the adela tea normally lasts. And considering your obvious”—she swept a hand his way— “virility, I gave it even more time. Only then did I check to be certain I could come to visit. By the time I did, cuddling had commenced.”
At least she gave them that.
He decided to move on.
“And the reason for you coming to call?” he prompted.
She ceased playing and did not hesitate in her caustic reply.
“The reason I’ve come to call is to warn you to stop messing about and claim her.” He drew in a quiet breath and her voice was lower when she warned, “If you don’t, I will.”
Apollo felt his entire body get tight and his tone was dangerous when he asked, “Pardon?”
She threw out a shadowy hand. “I allowed you to have her because I thought I knew the man you were, Ulfr. A heart as mighty as Goliath. And yet, when I check in on her, she’s with Hans. She’s with Remi. She’s with Derrik.” She put significant stress on Derrik’s name and continued. “Who, I might add, followed you and he’s in the room across the hall and, just a warning, chéri, he heard your activities with…” she paused, “Madeleine last night and he’s not best pleased.”
Apollo’s eyes cut to the opposite wall and the witch kept talking.
“What she was not, in the times I checked, was with you.”
He looked back to her as she went on.
“I let you have her because I thought you’d mend our little dove’s broken wings. You have not. You haven’t even tried. And if you don’t, I’ll take her back with me and make her safe. The Apollo of my world will suffer much more than a severed hand if he gets anywhere near her.”
“You will not…” he drew in a sharp breath and finished, “take her.”
Valentine grew silent.
Apollo didn’t.
“You will not again meddle in our affairs,” he ordered.
Valentine remained silent.
“And you will cease your devious machinations against her,” he concluded.
“The sharing of adela tea with a partner is a beautiful experience, creating memories to cherish and a closeness unsurpassed. It is not a devious machination.”
“Only if you care about and trust the partner you’re sharing it with,” he returned. “It is if it’s taken without your knowledge or given against your will.”
“I think you mistake how she feels about you,” she shared.
“I think you’ve not been paying close enough attention as you spy for I’m very aware of how she feels about me and I do not think you are.”
“No, chéri” she whispered. “You’re very aware of how she struggles to find her footing in a new world, with a new life, around people who care about her and don’t abuse her or neglect her, something she has not had since her birth. Indeed, mon loup, you’re bearing the brunt of that. But with a heart as mighty as Goliath, I’m counting on you to persevere.”
That heart she spoke of felt tight at her words and he grunted, “Explain.”
“I think that should come from our colombe, don’t you?”
Apollo said nothing.