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“You’re… not going to eat her, are you?” Miles drawled carefully, wincing.
I raised an eyebrow and slowly turned towards him, offended. “No.”
Miles looked relieved, but said with a defensive shrug, “I don’t know. Every now and then you do. You’ll go a few years, fall off the wagon, and then suddenly I feel like I’m working in The Little Shop of Horrors.”
“She,” I pointed out the window, “doesn’t smell edible. She smells…” I took one last, deep breath as her scent lingered around the room. “She smells like fucking perfection. Find her and bring her to me.”
“We’ve gone over this,” Miles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s the twenty-first century, sir. You just can’t snap your fingers and point and then have a bunch of thugs grab her and tie her to the bed for you.”
“I can tie her to the bed for myself, thank you very much,” I assured firmly. I pursed my lips, then turned away from the window as I called Murtagh. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. There was an answering machine, where I snapped, “Call me as soon as you get this, asshole!”
I then turned back to Miles, trying to straighten myself out, suit first, then mind. Rubbing my hand down my suit jacket, I said, “So what do you do in this century? I stopped paying attention. Do I pay a dowry to her father, or how does it go for millionaires nowadays?”
Miles put out his hand haltingly, confused. “Wait—you want to marry her? You can’t marry anyone,” he reminded me, gesturing at my entire body. “You’re a dragon. Besides, you don’t know her, and she said ‘no’ to a date, so I don’t think she fancies you.”
“I can put a child in that one,” I said, pointing outside, narrowing my eyes with resolve. “I feel it in my marrow. Find who I should pay that dowry to.”
“Again, twenty-first century,” sighed Miles. “No dowries.”
I didn’t want to get caught up in the terminology and waved my hand dismissively. “Spare no expense!” I added flippantly, ignoring Miles’ words.
“Caspian.” He had to put his hand on my shoulder to get my true attention. “You can’t buy women anymore.”
“I bought one last night!” I argued, incredulous.
“Well, you can’t buy that one,” Miles assured, gesturing in the non-descript direction that she was. But then he put his hand to his chin and stroked his stubble there. “I don’t think, anyway…”
“Find her. I want a phone number and an address by the time I get home from whatever fuckery you signed me up for this evening,” I demanded, spinning my body to leave the room.
“Again, I don’t sign you up for fuckery. Your publicist signs you up for all the fuckery,” Miles groaned. “And I don’t know if giving you all the information you need to go and stalk a girl at her house is a good idea!” He stopped talking then, because I turned back to round on him intimidatingly, schooling my expression to assure my butler that I was happy to change into my true form at any moment, so I’d have no trouble eating him.
He slouched slightly. “And I will get you everything you need, boss,” he capitulated promptly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
I was about to stalk out of the room, but something caught my eye. Something different.
In the box that had displayed my necklace that I’d shown Zarah were three rings.
One of them was now gone.
I couldn’t believe it. Would… would she steal from me?
FROM ME?
“MILES!” I barked. “GET HER INFORMATION, NOW.”
He scrambled out of the room, and I put my cellphone back to my ear. I was just going to call Murtagh until he answered. And then I was going to show my new mate who her new master was and why stealing from me was unwise.
Very, very unwise.
CHAPTER 7
Murtagh
I’d been in the world a long time. I’d seen many things: great exhibitions, great wars, pandemics, circuses, the rise and fall of empires.
I’d never seen a witch eating ice cream with her talking pet cat. That was a new one. I mean, I’d met a witch before, but the talking cat was a bit strange.
In fact, until the last three years, I was uncertain how many species there were on the planet. I had seen demons before. I had seen ghosts. I had seen monsters. I had seen pandas. But one thing I had been unsure about was witches—I mean, beyond a woman living alone, who happened to grow some herbs that could kill a headache.
