Tempting Auzed (Clecanian, #4)

by Victoria Aveline

She fell onto her back, yellow cup in hand, and whispered, “Iocane powder. Inconceivable,” before drifting to sleep…or possibly to death.

“Why did you do it?” he rumbled. “Kiss you?” She shrugged, then laughed. “Oddly enough, a quote from that movie we were discussing comes to mind. You were about to be mauled by a sefa. ‘Seemed like a good idea at the time.’”

“Unless you go with me, I’m not going. But I’ll do whatever I can to let my family know I’m safe and that I’m completely”—she pressed a kiss to his right cheek—“perfectly”—she kissed his other cheek—“and incandescently happy.”