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.Lachlin knocked on the door to the right and opened it without waiting for an invitation.Inside was a bright, cramped artist’s studio.The shelves were filled with boxes and bins instead of paint and canvases, and drills and pliers and other tools instead of brushes and pencils.A few boxes were half-open, revealing precious metals and stones in Ziploc bags and nestled in cotton or half-wrapped in paper.The back wall was one large, frosted window.Given their location within the building, it had to be fake, but the glow coming from it felt like natural sunlight.In front of it stood a worktable cluttered with tools and containers.Beside that, half-hidden by a collection of potted plants, a woman hunched over a drafting table.She straightened, revealing a model-thin frame, and turned too-large blue eyes on them.She brushed shoulder-length blond curls from her face, exposing a too-long face.“Does Father know you’re here?”Lachlin cocked his head to the side.“What do you think?”Her gaze jumped from Lachlin to Gage and Morgan.“I see the rumors of Chava’s daughter are true.Medusa’s line still lives.”Light flickered at the edge of Morgan’s vision.“We need to talk,” Lachlin said.“Before I’ve been properly introduced to your new… friend?” Bearnas stood, oozing grace and sensuality just like Lachlin did.The light flickered again.Sunlight on water.Lachlin rolled his eyes.“Morgan Jacobs, my sister Bearnas Kincade.Bearnas, Morgan.”“Morgan the gorgon.How unfortunate.” Bearnas chuckled.Morgan fought the urge to glare.“With a name like Bearnas, I wouldn’t start throwing insults.”“Father is going to hate her.” Bearnas flashed a wicked smile—without a doubt, she was related to Lachlin.“She’s perfect.”The light flickered again.Morgan yanked her gaze to the metal shelf beside her.Light danced across a dozen boxes nestled on a shelf packed with books and tubs.One was gold, the rest were silver, and all had the same Celtic swirls that were on the phantom sword box.They shimmered again, as if in invitation for Morgan to touch them.“Are these—?”“Magic?” Bearnas asked.“So she has the sight.Interesting.”Morgan bit back a sigh.“I’m not some new toy.”“No, you’re so much more interesting than that.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” She jerked around to confront Bearnas, bumped Gage’s shoulder, and tipped off balance.Her hand flew toward the shelf and the magic boxes.She grabbed Gage’s jacket, throwing herself against him.The last time she’d touched a magic box, a sword had tried to kill her.Gage wrapped an arm across her back, holding her close.His biceps flexed, pressing against her body.There was more of him pressed against her than just his arms… or was that her body pressed against his.Heat swept up her neck and she eased back, mindful of her balance and the magic boxes behind her.“A little overdramatic.My magic doesn’t bite.” Bearnas slid a manicured finger over the top of a piece on her worktable.“Although that gold one there will seal a room and suck out all the air in the event of a fire.I suggest not being around when that happens.”“And the others?” Morgan still wasn’t going to touch anything that glittered.“The rest are magical video cameras with motion sensitive activation.For house interiors and patios.” The wicked smile returned to Bearnas’s lips.“Which means I now have that priceless reaction saved so I can watch it over and over again.”Wonderful.Morgan threw her hands up in defeat.“Glad I can amuse.”Bearnas giggled, the mischief in her tone lightening.“I apologize.I was playing with you.There’s just so little fun around here.”“So the boxes—?”“No, they really do have those spells in them, and I might replay your reaction again.It was priceless.”Gage cleared his throat.“Please, Ms.Kincade.”“Why so formal, Alexander?” She slid his name out, turning each syllable into a sensual sound.“This is serious,” Lachlin said.All sensuality and mirth dropped away and Bearnas stilled.“How serious?”“It’s—”Bird song filled the air.“Your phone? Really?” Lachlin asked.Bearnas shrugged.“Excuse me.I’ll just turn that off.” She shifted piles of metal and jewels and papers on her table, searching for her phone.The birds chirped again.“It has to be here, somewhere.” A blush raced over Bearnas’s cheeks and forehead, and she appeared genuinely embarrassed at the interruption.“Please excuse me, Alexander.I, ah…”“It’s fine,” Gage said.“No, really.” She straightened, her face bright red, and squared her shoulders.“I’m always losing it.It’ll stop ringing eventually.You said this was serious?”As if on cue, the birds chirped again.Lachlin reached into the wastebasket beside the table and pulled out a sleek black phone smaller than his palm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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