Dom knelt down beside me as I spoke, gingerly taking my injured arm. He sucked in a harsh breath at the large holes piercing my arm, two near my elbow, two on my wrist. They were already starting to heal, but they looked gruesome and they hurt like a son of a bitch.

He began to heal me without a word, and I gasped in pleasure as soon as he began, biting my lip. To go from a persistent, deep pain, to that kind of pleasure made me suddenly weak. I tried hard not to recall all of the ways he could cause me pleasure with his magic. And his hands…. I tried not to moan a protest when he finished.

He cleared his throat, obviously trying to stay on the subject at hand. “As I said, that thing is meant only for druid eyes. It is one of our darkest secrets. I only hope that you finding that grove doesn’t cost us both too dearly. You must never speak of it. Even thinking of it gives it more power. Let us hope it had it’s fill of your blood. We should get farther away. My rooms are warded against it.”

He didn’t ask, just carried me to his rooms without another word. With the pain in my arms gone, I became all too aware of who was holding me, who was touching me. He cradled me like a child, and I lay my cheek on his chest, inhaling that intoxicating scent of his. I fingered the material over his chest. He had changed since the battle. He wore a soft black T-shirt. I rubbed a hand over his hard chest, kneaded at the firm flesh of his pectoral.

“Stop it,” he said, his tone expressionless.

I sighed. I had no clue where he and I stood, or even where I wanted us to, but it was a fact that I couldn’t keep my hands off of him.

“Why was I lying on that couch, anyways? So close to that…thing?”

His chest rumbled against my cheek when he spoke. “I had some urgent business to tend to. I left you right outside of the office while I went to make a quick phone call. It should have been perfectly safe. The grove is hidden to all but the most powerful of druids. And that thing moves.”

“I’m no druid, Dom,” I told him.

“I’m well aware,” he responded flatly. “This is a troubling development, to say the least.” As he spoke, we reached his room.

I recognized it as the one he had taken me to the last time I’d been in the casino, but absolutely nothing leading to it was familiar. “What the hell is with this place? I remember this room, but nothing else about this floor. And where are all of your people?”

“I dismissed them. We have half of a floor to ourselves, for the moment. I wanted some semblance of privacy. News of our reconciliation is already running rampant among my ranks.”

“Reconciliation?” I asked softly, shocked and…something that I didn’t want to examine.

He sent me a hard look. “The very idea is absurd, I know, but the rumor mill that I’m sure you remember is still alive and well.”

Absurd, yes. I let that sink in as he carried me to his bed, laying me down, a strange look on his face. “And if you notice anything strange about this hotel, I’d suggest you stick close to me, and speak of it as little as possible.”

That only whet my curiosity, of course, but I dropped it, suddenly much more interested in the fact that he had lain me on his bed.

He stood at my side, studying me intently, an enigmatic look on his face. I didn’t last long under that regard, much to my everlasting dismay. I shifted impatiently, watching his face as closely as he watched mine. “Please, Dom,” I said softly.

He was suddenly over me, our lips touching. “Damn you,” he said roughly, kissing me with all of his pent-up rage and anger.

“Damn me,” I agreed, when he finally came up for air. The storm took us yet again.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The Pictures

 I knew it was a touchy subject, but I asked anyways. “What did you think I was for all those years? Of course you didn’t buy any of our covers. I never expected you to. It was always enough that you didn’t press me for answers.”

I could only see his profile. His mouth tilted up slightly in a bitter smile. “Actually, I thought you were an angel. I couldn’t have been more wrong now, could I?” He didn’t look at me as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door hard behind him. Well, shit, it had been stupid of me to ask. But it hadn’t occurred to me that the answer would hurt so much, reminding of all that we’d lost. Reminding me of how he had adored me once.

I was perched on the side of his bed, completely undressed. I had a fleeting urge to get dressed and get out of there before he came back out, but couldn’t seem to make myself move. I just sat staring at my feet, listening to the shower run in the background. I was trying hard to talk myself out of following him in when my eyes fell on the drawer of his heavy-wooded black nightstand. It was slightly ajar. I vaguely recalled him closing it quickly when I woke up. I sent a quick glance at the bathroom door before I peaked inside the drawer. Yes, you can add nosy to my already impressive list of character flaws.

A large manilla envelope was the only thing inside. I hesitated briefly before plunging my hand inside. My hand trembled a little when I realized what was inside the envelope. I’d never actually seen the thick stack of photos before, but I was very familiar with their contents.

The man in the photos couldn’t have looked less like Dom if I had gone in search of a man just for that purpose. He was pale, with long yellow-blond hair, lithely muscular rather than bulky, and almost exactly my height. There could have been no mistake that it was not Dom’s naked back facing the camera in the first photo I looked at. My hands were gripped tightly in his curly golden hair. Our coloring had complemented well, two golden forms melded together. The pictures were even prettier than I’d thought. I’d angled myself in the first dozen shots so that the photographer would capture my angled face and naked torso perfectly. My naked hip just peaked out from behind his naked butt, which was practically plastered to the window where my hand-picked photographer was taking furtive shots with a trigger-happy speed only Caleb could have managed. There was no mistaking that it was me. And there was no mistaking the man in the pictures either. Especially the ones where I angled for a perfect straight shot of his lust-dazed face at the camera. I’d known if they captured his face there’d have been no hiding for Declan. As a passionate and incriminating embrace, it was convincing. The only thing suspicious about the photos were my eyes. They were downcast in most of the shots. But the ones that revealed glimpses showed clearly that there was no passion there, just cold determination. But that was a small thing when confronted with all of that naked skin. And I knew that as far as convincing Dom, it’d been overkill. But, hell, overkill had always been my specialty.