Thorn Queen Page 0,13

night only, but it was a night I'd had little luck in forgetting for the last three months. Seeing Dorian stirred it all up again, filling me with confusion over the way my body had responded to such domination.

Long before that night, Dorian had been one of my first allies in the Otherworld. He'd supported Storm King-and would have loved to knock me up-but had stood firm against any notion of rape. He'd wanted me of my own free will. In the end, he'd helped me defeat Aeson and had shown me the fundamentals of using magic.

"Did you give Maiwenn something?" I asked abruptly, steering us elsewhere.

He scrutinized me a moment before answering. "Yes, of course. What was it? Ah. Yes. Bolts of lovely cloth that I'm sure she can do...something...lovely with. My steward picked it out. A paltry present compared to yours, or so I hear." His eyes tracked across the room to where Maiwenn and Kiyo laughed with some woman I didn't recognize. "Look at them. Their child will be something to see, don't you think? They make a very striking couple. I should commission a painter to do a family portrait once the baby arrives. Something they can all treasure for years to come."

I stiffened. "That's why you wanted to talk to me, huh? You haven't changed, Dorian, and I'm not going to stay here and play if you're just going to try to bait me. I didn't want to talk to you anyway."

Dorian gave a long-suffering sigh. "You always think so little of me, Eugenie. I wished to speak with you because I wanted to know how you've been. I've missed you. How do you like being a queen? Your land hasn't perished...yet...so I'm taking that as a good sign."

Still irked by the Kiyo jibe, I fixed him with a glare. "I didn't want to be a queen at all. It's your fault I've gotten into this. If you hadn't tricked me into claiming the land, I'd be in Tucson right now and away from all of this." The sting of what he'd done, binding me to the Thorn Land, still itched within me. I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive him for that.

"Not true. You'd still be here, moping around while your lover receives gifts for his child, just as you are right now. And men like the young Rowan prince would still solicit you because whatever other titles come and go, you will always be Storm King's daughter."

"I don't really want to be that either."

He spread his hands out, palms up, in a gesture of helplessness. "That I cannot change. All I can do with that is help you to develop the powers you inherited, but you've already refused my aid there."

I looked away. "I don't need your help." Aside from the grudge I held against him, I couldn't shake the feeling that more of his "help" would result in me in his bed again.

He took a step toward me. "Have you been teaching yourself?"

I didn't answer.

"You have been, haven't you? Or trying to, at least. Odd, considering I distinctly recall you saying you were satisfied with the level of magic you'd reached through my training." He smiled. "How is that going? Perhaps you'd like my help again?"

I jerked my head back toward him. Too much at this party had ground me down already, and his serpent's tongue was the point that threatened to break me. "No. I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help, okay? I'm happy with what I'm teaching myself. If I advance, fine. If I don't, fine. It doesn't matter to me."

He laughed, a soft and deadly sound that poured over me like honey. "Eugenie, Eugenie. You may lie to other people, you may lie to your kitsune, and you may even lie to yourself. But do not lie to me. I was the one who first taught you to control your magic. I've seen how you crave it, how you glow with the rush of that power. I know how it makes you feel because I've felt it too. I can see in those lovely violet eyes of yours how passionately you want to tap more of that magic. It's consuming you."

"As usual," I said in a low voice that matched his own, "you're imagining more than is actually there."

"And you, as usual, are denying what is there, not to mention your own nature. You are what you are, Eugenie, and the sooner you accept that,