Dacian wasn’t even looking at the other woman. His attention was all for Eric. “Airmid lost her temper when Cinn refused to destroy her plants. She brought down the store. Everyone will have to keep their eyes open for the goddess.”

“What’s she look like?” Kyla spoke for the first time.

Cinn could answer that. “Beautiful. Tall, slender, long pale hair. I’m not sure of the color. Maybe a mixture of blonde and red. Light green eyes. She was wearing a long flowing gown, pale gold. The kind that would float in the breeze.” She thought for a moment. “Funny how everything about her was pale except for her temper. That was red-hot.”

Eric nodded. “I’ll pass the description on, although she might not take the same form next time.” He frowned. “I’ve been thinking about this Stephan. If he wants you to fight by his side, why the hell does he keep on punishing you? He has to know that will just piss you off. Even if he forces you to help him, he could never trust you.”

Dacian looked grim. “Stephan believes the only way to be a strong ruler is through fear. He…” He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Since we’re into descriptions, they need to know what Stephan looks like.” Cinn wanted to know what Dacian had been about to say. Why had he decided not to tell them? She realized she felt a driving need to know everything about him. Danger: emotional minefield ahead.

Dacian shrugged. “About five foot ten. Long blond hair. But that was centuries ago. Maybe it’s short now. Blue eyes. Sort of thin. He always thought brains trumped brawn every time. Probably right. Oh, and he had a mustache. He was proud of that damn mustache, so maybe he still has it.”

“That description could fit almost anyone.” Kyla stated the obvious. She glanced at her watch. “Gotta go. I’m taking in a movie. See you later. Oh, and we’ll have to set up a date to talk over old times, Dacian.”

Some unidentifiable emotion flashed in her eyes for a moment and then was gone. Cinn tried not to build that emotion into something big, like an undying devotion to Dacian. She was only partially successful.

Kyla waved as she headed toward the door.

Eric didn’t even glance her way as she left. He seemed deep in thought. “There’s something fishy about this Stephan deal. Think about it. An informant tells your guy that Stephan knows where Taurin is and plans to kill him. What does your maker gain by that? Nothing. You’ll still never join him and—”

“I’d find someone who could destroy him.” Dacian’s hands were curved into claws at his side.