Instead he replied smoothly, "All I want is to be a proper host. I would be very remiss in my duties if I paid attention only to my future wife and ignored my highly esteemed guest. I wouldn't want for the three of us to continue to be the subject of malicious gossip here at Thornwyck wouldn't you agree especially after such a splendid welcome."
"Well when you put it that way," conceded Torque, knowing that he had lost this round and could only act in the befitting manner of a gracious loser.
As much as Fiona didn't like being the wedge used to air out their differences she found a new sense of admiration for the unannounced guest.
Now that the little chit chat was over Fiona felt the Black Flame watching her again.
His eyes were uncut crimson, a smoldering purple, elegant lashes that were curved and thick for a dragon lord.
Fiona's heart started to race and her flesh tingled from his appreciative gaze.
