He sighed. “And this is why I didn’t tell you. It might be. I don’t know. But even if it is, what Dorana will gain from our magework far outstrips this tiny tempest.”

She tried to pull away, but he tightened his arms. Held her prisoned against him, and kissed her. And because he was a fever in her, because she needed Remmie to be wrong, she kissed him back. Nipped his lower lip to blood, though, because she was still angry.

“You had no right to keep the truth from me. Say you’re sorry. Say you’ll never do that again.”

“I’m sorry.” He dipped his head. Bit her breast through her silk tunic, not quite gently. “Never again. Forgive me.”

His contrition and the small pain ignited a firestorm of pleasure. But she couldn’t let that distract her. Shuddering, she ignored it.

“Morgan, if this trouble is our doing, then we must undo it.”

“And we will,” he said, his hands busy. “When we finish what we started, all will be well again. You’ll see.”

He had her blood thundering. It was hard to breathe. “Morgan, I want to know what we’re creating. All of it. Not just hints. I want to know what you’ve been working on without me.”

He groaned against her. “Not yet. Soon.”

“You keep saying that, but—”

“Barl…” Pulling his head back, he looked down at her, his eyes almost blind with pleasure. “My love, don’t you trust me?”

“You know I do,” she said, hearing her voice hitch. “But Morgan—”

His lips stole whatever she’d wanted to say. “Then trust me.”

Those busy hands were driving her out of her mind. Taking them, she pressed him to her, high and low, letting out a soft cry as he did what she wanted.

“All right. All right.” The words escaped her in swift, breathless pants. “But Morgan, we have to hurry. We can’t let Dorana suffer. And I think it’s time to step out of the shadows. We’ve worked in secret long enough.”

He groaned. “Soon, my love. Soon.”

“No, Morgan. Now. Now now now now.”

Laughing, his eyes blazed at her. “You want now? All right. Now.”

He dragged them both to the carpet. Stripped her bare, and made her scream. It wasn’t what she’d meant, and he knew it.

But it would do… for now.

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-one