“If you’d read it, you’d see for yourself.”

“Yes, yes.” This time it was she who waved him away as she settled down to be entertained. “Oh! Kidnapped. She’s been kidnapped and the evil warlock’s put a spell on her to strip her of her powers.”

“Witch,” he muttered, wincing a little. “A male witch is still a witch.”

“Really? Well … He’s locked all her gifts up in a magic box. It’s because he’s in love with her, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“It has to be,” Rowan insisted. “Brinda’s so beautiful and strong and full of light. He’d want her, and this is his way of forcing her to belong to him.”

Considering, Liam slipped his hands into his pockets. “Is it, now?”

“It must be. Yes, here’s the handsome warlock—I mean witch—who’ll do battle with the evil one to get the box of power. It’s wonderful.”

She all but put her nose to the screen, annoyed she hadn’t thought to put on her reading glasses. “Just look at all the traps and spells he’ll have to fight just to get to her. Then when he frees her, she won’t have any magic to help. Just her wits,” Rowan murmured, delighted with the story. “They’ll face all this together, risk destruction. Wow, the Valley of Storms. Sounds ominous, passionate. This is what was missing from the first one.”

More stunned than insulted, he gaped at her. “Excuse me?”

“It had such wonderful magic and adventure, but no romance. I’m so glad you’ve added it this time. Rilan will fall madly in love with Brinda, and she with him as they work together, face all these dangers.”

Her eyes gleamed as she leaned back and refocused them on Liam. “Then when they defeat the evil witch, find the box, it should be their love that breaks the spell, opens it and gives Brinda back her powers. So they’ll live happily ever after.” She smiled a bit hesitantly at the shuttered look in his eyes. “Won’t they?”

“Aye, they will.” With a few adjustments to the story line, he decided. But that was his task, and for later. By Finn, the woman had it right. “What do you think of the magic dragons in the Land of Mirrors?”

“Magic dragons?”

“Here.” He bent down, leaning close and manually scrolling to the segment. “Read this,” he said, and his breath feathered warm across her cheek. “And tell me your thoughts.”

She had to adjust her thoughts to block out the quick jump of her pulse, but dutifully focused on the words and read. “Fabulous. Just fabulous. I can just see them flying away on the back of a dragon, over the red waters of the sea, and the mist-covered hills.”