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King a few times. He was...terrifying. Terrifying and awe-inspiring." She tried to hide her fear but shuddered anyway.

"From what I hear, that's the reaction most people have." Kiyo too had seen Storm King in his youth, and I'd once had a flashback of my own brief meeting with my father.

"The power you try to summon...he was able to bring it about in a heartbeat. He had only to think about a storm and the world would tremble with its force."

"Well, I guess everyone can rest easy. I'm a long ways from that."

"Do you know why?" she asked.

"Practice?"

She shook her head and pursed her lips. "Because for all your titles and regard and impressive use of magic so far...you are still human in your heart." Human, by her tone, was a very ugly thing to be.

"Not according to my stepfather." It didn't seem like I'd ever fit anyone's expectations.

"You think like one. You want to divide everything up logically. The way you approach magic, it's very...scientific." Not a word gentry used very often. "You treat it coldly. You parcel up each fragment of air and categorize it. Magic requires control, yes, but at its heart, it is tied to your emotions. You said you'd summoned lightning accidentally. What was going on?"

"I was scared." It had also happened, I realized, when I was aroused. "And, um, excited."

"You were lost in your emotions, and the power seized you. But you'll never be able to do that regularly, never by choice. You repress your emotions. You don't give in to them." Her smile turned triumphant. "And that is why my lord will never love you like he does me."

Of course. I should have known there was a barb waiting at the end of this lesson. I wondered what she'd think if she knew her lord had been pretty willing to love me up yesterday.

"Well, thanks for the pep talk, but I'm going to my room now. I meant what I said. Go with Dorian tomorrow and love him as much as you want. I'll carry on without you somehow." No point in hiding the sarcasm I felt.

Ysabel gave me a sickeningly sweet smile. "You're presuming you'll come back."

I jerked around and gave her a sharp look. "Are you threatening me?"

"Certainly not. I have nothing to do with your adventure tomorrow. But you're going to face demons. Anything can happen. And if you don't return, I won't weep."

Great. Nothing like a good omen to go into battle with.

Chapter Twenty-One

I woke up the next morning, lying on top of my covers, with sunlight streaming in through the eastern windows. It was barely sunrise, but already the air was warming up. It was, as the saying went, going to be a hot one. If I truly was connected with the land, I wondered what a heat wave said about my mood. Was it indicative of my preparedness for battle?

I squinted up at the play of sunlight on the stone ceiling, unsure of that question, just like so many lately. With a sigh, knowing I needed to get up, I rolled over and came face-to-face with Kiyo. I yelped in surprise.

His dark chocolate eyes were open, wide awake. I think he'd been watching me while I slept. He smiled that sexy, smoky smile of his, eyes crinkling slightly. He was bare-chested, clad only in navy blue boxers.

"When did you get here?" I asked. "I didn't notice a thing."

"I know," he said. "You were sleeping pretty heavy. Didn't even budge when I slid into bed." He rested a hand on my hip and slid it along my bare leg. I'd fallen asleep in a T-shirt.

Seeing his eyes and feeling his hand on my skin warmed something in me. Surely all would be right in the world-worlds, even-so long as I had Kiyo. There was just something so overwhelmingly strong and secure about him, a steadiness in the midst of that dangerous sex appeal. I reached out and touched the side of his face, a bit surprised at just how happy I was to have him here with me.

"I didn't know for sure that you'd come," I admitted.

"Eugenie, how can you think that?" He continued stroking my leg, but his other arm pulled me close. "I said I would. I won't let you go into danger alone."

"I know you don't approve of some of the things I do. Roland doesn't. We had a huge fight."

Kiyo kissed my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips. "He's worried about you.