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me that land so that Dorian could eventually control it. That was why I resented him.

Are you sure that's it? a sneaky voice inside me wanted to know. No, there might be more. Even I could admit that to myself. The truth was I'd developed physical and emotional attachments to Dorian, and I didn't want them. I didn't want to be bound to someone like him, someone who was full-blooded gentry-and had the annoying tendency to make me lose control. Slamming up walls of animosity between us was a way to protect myself.

"What are you thinking?" Dorian asked, sparing me from his other question.

"I was wondering if I just blindly signed my name to sexual favors in that contract."

"Damn," he said. "I wish I'd considered that." From the tone of his voice, I think he meant it. "Oh, well. Perhaps next time since I'm sure this will be the first of many dealings between our kingdoms."

"I hope not."

For a moment, he almost looked hurt. "Is it that painful coming here?"

I felt bad. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I mean...I hope I don't need any more help. I hope things will just work themselves out in the Thorn Land."

His easy smile returned as he finished off his wine. He reached for my untouched glass. "Well, according to rumor, things are on the mend, thanks to the omnibenevolent Thorn Queen. Why, I heard the other day that you were out digging ditches and feeding orphans. It's a wonder you have the time for that, what with your hypocritical job of battling your own subjects in the human world."

"My subjects don't cross into the human world," I said loftily. Of course, the irony was that might not be true, not if the evidence surrounding those girls was any indication. "And I never did any of that other stuff. I just found water."

He tsked, eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, which is a hundred times more than most monarchs do. You're out with your people, maybe not working beside them exactly, but it's close enough. They think you're some kind of messiah. I guess that sets a good precedent for your son, hmm?"

I made a face. "Don't even go down that road. And anyway, I'm not trying to be a messiah. I'm just trying to help."

"Good gods," he said, downing the glass in one gulp. "The frightening thing is that you're actually serious. Were you helping them before you arrived here today?"

"Er, well, a little. We stopped in a village and helped find some water."

"I can tell. When you use your magic, it wreaths you like some sort of afterglow. It's very...becoming."

Something about the way he spoke and looked at me made me want to cross my arms and legs protectively-until I remembered crossing my legs wouldn't do me any favors. Fucking dress.

"I daresay your control of water is becoming very useful," he added. "Too bad you didn't continue your lessons with it."

"I don't need your help anymore. I've practiced on my own-I've gotten a lot stronger."

"Hmm. I see. And what about the rest of your inherited powers? Have you been practicing with, say, air?"

For half a second, I thought he'd been spying on me. No, that wasn't his style. He'd guessed I would attempt air magic because...well, he knew me. And because he was Dorian and canny about such things.

"As a matter of fact, I have," I said loftily. There. Take that.

His lips twitched. "I see. And have you been successful?"

I wasn't fast enough with my answer. He laughed and moved to sit beside me. I tried to scoot over, but there wasn't much room.

"Eugenie, Eugenie. When are you going to stop fighting this-stop fighting me? You're only going to create more trouble down the road if you don't learn to fully harness your abilities."

"Right," I said, trying not to notice the apple and cinnamon scent that always surrounded him. Why couldn't I shake this attraction when I found him so annoying half the time? "It's for my benefit, right? Not because of your desire to rule the Otherworld and see the prophecy fulfilled?"

"Of course it's for those reasons," he scoffed. One thing you had to love about Dorian was his unflinching honesty. "But that doesn't mean you can't benefit too. You don't think it'd be useful to control air? You don't think that would aid you in helping those poor suffering souls under your control?"

"Damn it. Don't involve them."

"They're already involved. Learn to control storms, and there'll never be