The man had the same dark hair and lavender eyes as most of the Klatch,
but several hundred years of living had thinned his muscles and streaked
his hair with gray. Even the slower aging experienced on Tador eventually
took its toll on its inhabitants.
The man nodded to the bored waitress as he said a few words to her Aedan
couldn't hear. She popped her gum in answer and ambled off behind the
ancient counter.
Impatience made Aedan's heart beat faster and his throat constrict. He
might need this man for now, but soon his usefulness would be at an end,
and Aedan would enjoy watching him die.
"Sorry I'm late." The man slid into the booth across from Aedan. "I had to
avoid the royal guards. They're everywhere on both sides of the between
since your failed attempt to capture the Seer." His still rugged features
scowled as he looked at Aedan.
"Don't worry, we have a plan to take care of the Seer." Aedan clenched his
coffee cup, denying the quick urge to smash it over the man's head for the
condescending tone and the audacity of questioning a Cunt warrior.
"You'd better." He rested his arms on the tabletop and leaned toward
Aedan, keeping his voice low. "The only reason I agreed to help you was to
keep this triangle from happening. The new queen is foolish to relinquish
part of her power to two mere humans to complete the triangle."
Aedan forced his fingers to relax, and remembered that charm and cunning
worked better when dealing with Klatch arrogance. "I totally agree, which
is why I'm helping you, remember?"
The waitress approached, and Aedan fell silent, not wanting her to hear his
words. Her blond ponytail swung as she slapped an empty cup down in
front of the informant and then sloshed steaming coffee into it from a pot
she carried in her other hand. She topped off Aedan's without asking,
leaning over far enough to give him an unimpeded view down her
impressive cleavage. She winked at him—the effect ruined by a loud smack
of her gum—and then walked away to flirt with some college boys a few
booths away.
When Aedan was sure she wasn't paying attention to him and his booth
companion, he continued. "There is still time to stop the triangle, we just
have to change our plan now that she's already on Tador."
The informant sipped his coffee and winced, although from the heat or the
overbrewed bitterness, Aedan wasn't sure. "You assured me she would
never make it to Tador, remember?" He set down his cup and glared across
the table at Aedan. "And not only did she make it to Tador, but Prince
Grayson was injured in the process. You also assured me no harm would
come to the prince!"
"I regret that," Aedan smoothly lied. "However, Grayson charged us when
he foolishly tried to save the Seer, and he injured himself. It wasn't
anything done by my men."
The informant looked unconvinced, his lips thinned into a hard line.
"Maybe we should just concentrate on finding the Healer before the royal
family does."
"Waiting until half the triangle is in place—with the queen and the Seer—
still weakens the queen's hold on her power and leaves Tador unstable."
Aedan picked up his coffee cup and took a drink, ignoring the bitter liquid
that slid over his tongue and giving his words a chance to make an
impression on the informant. He could tell the minute they hit their mark—
the man stiffened in his seat, a deep crease furrowing his brows. Finally,
the man nodded his reluctant agreement. "The royal family has asked that
no one mention the triangle to the Seer, they want her to become
comfortable on Tador before they tell her what they want of her. We may
be able to use that to our advantage when the time is right."
Aedan resisted the urge to smile as satisfaction curled inside his belly.
Klatch were almost as easy as humans to manipulate if you understood
them. "That's perfect. Let the Seer find out that they want her to give up her
entire life and tie herself to a man she's just met, and she'll most likely run
straight back to Phoenix."
The informant nodded. "True. She'll need help getting through the portal,
but I'll let you know when I have any further information."
Maybe this situation would reverse itself more easily than Aedan thought.
He needed quick results if he hoped to achieve his aims with Sela and
remain alive.
***
The next day, Grayson guided Katelyn outside onto the front steps of the
castle and into the midday sunshine. Her fiery hair glinted a thousand hues
of molten fire, and her green eyes sparkled with curiosity. All his
willpower couldn't keep his gaze from tracing over her luscious body.
She still wore the same green vee-necked shirt that matched her eyes, and
Alyssandra had loaned her a pair of blue jeans and some worn riding
boots.
Grayson was convinced that each piece of clothing had been specially
made for her because each lovingly hugged her generous curves.
Either that or they'd been fashioned to torment him. And they were
definitely doing their job on that count.
The breeze gently tousled Katelyn's unruly mane of hair, bringing the scent
of lavender that always clung to her to infuse his senses. He leaned closer
and inhaled.
"Whoa, stalker boy." She flattened a palm against his chest and kept her
arm straight to put distance between them. "Hasn't anyone ever told you
sniffing a woman is a little out there?" Katelyn's lips curved into a sensual
smile, and she seemed more amused than irritated.
"I'm sorry." Chagrin flooded through him, and he stepped back until her
arm dropped back to her side. What was it about this woman that made
him act like a stag in heat whenever she was close? "You smell of warmed
lavender. I couldn't resist." He shrugged and adopted what he hoped was a
harmless expression.
She pursed her lips and perched her fists on her hips as she considered
him. "The only reason I'm going to let that slide is that I happen to like
scents, too. In fact..." Katelyn stepped close and leaned in until her nose
almost touched the side of his neck. She inhaled, and the motion brought
her breasts so close to his chest he could feel her body heat radiating
between them.
The majority of the blood in his system rushed due south. His cock swelled
almost painfully inside his breeches, and he internally winced.
Katelyn stepped back, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly, savoring his
scent. "Mmm, you smell like chai and man, which I don't understand,
because you didn't have any chai upstairs." He laughed, easing some of the
sharp arousal swimming inside his veins. "Chai? I've never had a woman
tell me that before." He couldn't help the self-conscious grin. "I have a
supply of chai I keep in my rooms. It's something of a vice, I suppose. One
of those Earth drinks we can't seem to make here."
Katelyn's smile widened. "As vices go, that's not a bad one. It's a sexy
smell." Her eyes glinted with mischief, and she grabbed his hand,
threading her fingers through his. "Are you going to show me around, or
are we going to stand here sniffing each other all day?"
This woman amazed him. He thought after Stone had caught them upstairs
that she would be embarrassed and hesitant. Granted, the mood had been
spoiled, and they had each gone their separate ways to change. But after
he'd found some nonsoiled breeches, he'd met her at her chambers, and he
had sensed no hesitancy in her at all.
She tugged on his arm, breaking him from his thoughts, I'm dying to see
the fountains I heard from the balcony." Apparently, Katelyn had come to
grips with her stay on another planet and was ready to explore. Grayson
loved her infectious energy and optimism and the way she quickly
adapted. He couldn't help but laugh. "All right, Seer. I must remind you
that this is a sexual society, and public places are utilized differently here
than they are on Earth."
Katelyn squeezed his hand and cocked an eyebrow while she mock glared
at him. "I'm a big girl, Prince Grayson. I won't faint dead away at the sight
of people having sex."
He shook his head even as he realized he enjoyed their friendly banter.
"Fair enough. I just didn't want you to be surprised."
She stepped close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before moving away
so quickly he thought he might have imagined it—except for the warmth
still burning his lips. "It takes a lot to surprise me. Although I could have
used that warning yesterday before 'meeting' the king like I did."
On Tador it wasn't uncommon to come upon couples or even groups
engaged in sex several times throughout the day. Thankfully, Stone must
have realized that Katelyn was embarrassed by his sudden entrance, and
he had left quickly.
"I apologize," Grayson said. "We often forget that the humans we interact
with aren't used to the same degree of openness our society displays."
"No worries. I'll be prepared next time."
Grayson's cock surged to life at the mention of "next time," and Katelyn
smiled as though she'd read his mind. Most likely she'd just seen the
immediately larger bulge in his breeches.
"Down, boy." Katelyn glanced at Grayson's crotch and tsked. "Right now I
want that tour. But I'm not done with you." She glanced up at Grayson as if
she hadn't just carried on a dialogue with his aching erection. "Are you
ready?" Her voice was all innocence and curiosity, catching him off guard
yet again.
He cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn't crack and betray his
struggle with his hormones. "This way, Seer."
Katelyn smiled to herself as she allowed Grayson to lead her down the
stairs and toward the main fountain. She gasped when they rounded the
side wall of the castle and the fountain came into view.
The fountain was three levels high, the top two tiers respectively smaller
than the tier below it. The footprint of the fountain seemed to be as big as a
single family home back in Phoenix.
The entire structure was made of the same snowy white balda stone as
nearly everything else on the planet. Water geysered out of the top and
then frothed over, forming two waterfalls on the lower levels, which
created seemingly private rendezvous places. Places the natives were
taking full advantage of.
Several Klatch splashed and played in the sparkling blue water, some
naked and some dressed, the cloth on those who wore clothing nearly
transparent from the water. Off to the right were the baths, where Grayson
had promised to bring Katelyn after her tour, and off to the left were the
gardens.
Wow, this is beautiful. Look at that water." Katelyn rushed forward,
dragging him impatiently. She dropped his hand and then leaned over the
waist-high white stone rim of the fountain and dipped her arms into the
water.
Crisp, cool water surrounded the skin of her arms, and she sighed
blissfully as she wiggled her fingers, enjoying the resistance and ripples she
caused. She glanced up to see some of the closer Klatch watching her, open
curiosity plain in their expressions.
Katelyn smiled and received several smiles in return, but a few moved
away from her or toward the other side of the pool. Her smile died on her
lips as she watched them, and she wondered if they were just shy of
strangers or if there was some other reason they kept their distance.
Grayson stepped up beside her and dipped his hands into the water also.
"As the lone redhead here, you do tend to stand out." His voice held a
teasing note.
Her brow furrowed as something about Grayson's words seemed off—as
though he was holding something back. Very similar to the impression
she'd gotten from the queen this morning. She thought about asking him
straight out, but realized she had nothing to go on but a few vague
impressions.
"Some of them don't seem too happy to see me." A thought lodged in
Katelyn's mind and wouldn't let go. "You aren't married or engaged or
anything, are you?" She instantly chided herself for such a thought. Most
likely Grayson had slept with quite a few of these women and would do so
again. It wasn't any of her business, and, really, she didn't care. After all,
she didn't want anything more from him than a good time herself.
Her words stopped, but her mind continued to churn. Both Grayson and
Alyssa had said that social rules here weren't like those on Earth. However,
as much as Katelyn steered clear of Earth relationships, that didn't mean
she wanted to break someone else's apart. Her gut tightened as she
imagined one of the scantily clad women before them in Grayson's bed.
Grayson's eyes lit with amusement as he studied her before speaking,
which only seemed to spiral the conspiracy theory building inside her
head. "No, my curious Seer. I am neither married nor betrothed. Yet." He
splashed a few droplets of water at her with the back of his hand.
The cool drops hit her neck and chin, stopping the out-of-control spiral of
her thoughts, and she chuckled at herself. Then she instantly sobered when
the slight pause he had put before the word yet registered. Why should that