"Yeah." He wrinkled his nose. Even though he'd managed to flee the cavern before the dragon had attacked, he'd caught the scent of charred flesh. Even after the weird ice had turned to fog, he'd been certain the stench was following him.

"It wasn't good," he muttered.

"Are they..." Her voice trailed away, as if she couldn't even say the words.

"I don't know, but it's doubtful they could have survived," he reluctantly confessed, unwilling to give her false hope.

He instantly regretted his decision as tears filled her eyes before sliding down her face.

"I knew their greed would eventually destroy them," she said, her voice unsteady.

Finn brushed his lips over her forehead, careful to avoid her healing bruises.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

No doubt sensing that he regretted her pain, not so much the death of the other Sylvermyst, she heaved a small sigh.

"I know they weren't much of a family, but they were all I had."

Finn allowed his lips to brush down the narrow line of her nose, relishing the earthy scent of rosemary that filled the air at his light caress.

"That's not true," he a.s.sured her. "You have me."

She stiffened. Almost as if she was frightened by his words.

"You?"

Lifting his head, Finn studied her wary expression. Was he pushing her too quickly?

He grimaced. Of course he was.

She'd just lost her family. Even if they were a bunch of b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, it would take time for her to heal.

With an effort he forced a smile to his lips. "Well, I'll admit I'm not much at the moment," he teased lightly. "I'm weary, hungry, and in dire need of a hot bath, but I promise you'll never be enslaved or forced to do anything that doesn't make you happy."

Her gaze skimmed over his face, as if searching for some hidden truth.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"I'm saying you have a home with me."

"But..." She slowly shook her head. "You're a prince."

He allowed his fingers to thread through her silky hair. "I don't think you should hold that against me."

She continued to study him with a heartbreaking vulnerability. Like a puppy expecting to be kicked even as she desperately hoped for a pat on the head.

Anger clenched Finn's heart. It was no doubt a good thing her family was already dead.

It would save him the effort of killing them himself.

"I'm a Sylvermyst," she abruptly blurted out.

His lips twisted. "Yeah, I figured that out."

"I helped my family kidnap your people," she pressed, as if she thought he might have forgotten.

He tugged her silky curl. "That's in the past."

Her chin jutted to a surprisingly stubborn angle. "They'll never forgive me."

He shrugged, even as he inwardly acknowledged that her arrival among his tribe wouldn't be without difficulties. But he had no intention of allowing that to stop him. Not when everything within him was convinced she belonged with him.

Forever.

"Who helped them escape?" he instead demanded.

She hunched her shoulder, wiggling in his lap. Finn swallowed a groan of pleasure.

They were stuck in the strange labyrinth, with an angry dragon on the rampage, not to mention the fact that Adair was healing from wounds caused by her recently dead brother, and suddenly all he could think about was getting her into his bed.

ASAP.

"I only opened the portal," she muttered.

Finn tried to control his stubborn c.o.c.k that was determined to harden and press against her deliciously soft a.s.s.

"Which I believe is the very definition of helping them escape," he told her, keeping his tone light.

Unable to convince him that she was unsuitable for his charity, she turned her attention to her next worry.

"You said you wanted me in your home." Her lashes lowered, hiding her expressive eyes. "What does that mean?"

Finn hooked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back.

"Look at me, Adair," he commanded in soft tones. He waited for her to grudgingly meet his gaze. "There you are."

Color touched her cheeks. Could she sense his hunger?

"Finn," she breathed.

"I'm not asking anything of you," he a.s.sured her in fierce tones. She'd already been at the mercy of her worthless family. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel indebted to him. "I merely want you to know that you are welcome to join my tribe."

"And that's all?"

He shrugged. "I would only ask that you be my friend."

"Friend?" Something that might have been disappointment flittered over her face. Had she hoped he would demand more? "I see." She pasted her lips into a smile. "Thank you. You're more forgiving than I deserve."

Finn cupped her face with his hand, brushing her lower lip with his thumb.

"And once you have become settled and no longer feel a sense of obligation toward me, then we can discuss if you might be interested in..."

Her eyes darkened as he deliberately allowed his words to trail away.

Either she would try to divert him, or she would offer him the encouragement he so desperately desired.

"In?" she breathed softly.

He smiled. Oh yeah. She tried to hide her response, but she was as acutely aware of their deepening bond as he was.

"More," he whispered, dipping his head down to claim her lips in a soft kiss that made no demands.

Until she was fully convinced that she had a home with his tribe that didn't depend on his generosity, he wasn't going to press for more.

He was just lifting his head when he caught the scent of orchids. At the same time the sound of clapping broke the silence.

Already suspecting who had appeared out of the mist, Finn turned his head to watch the slender female wearing a scarlet silk robe strolling toward them.

Kai.

He took a swift inventory, rea.s.suring himself she was unharmed.

She looked exactly like she did when she'd disappeared from his home in Iceland. Her pale face was perfectly composed, her long black hair was pulled into a complicated braid, and her dark eyes were glowing like polished ebony.

A surge of relief raced through him. Thank the G.o.ddess. Not only had the Shinto female worked tirelessly to try and help him locate his people, but Rya would be devastated if anything happened to her mother.

"Very charming," Kai murmured, glancing down at Adair. "My dear, I don't mean to tell you what to do. After all, a female must follow her own heart." She waved a slender hand toward Finn. "But I do believe he is a keeper."

Finn grinned, enjoying the fl.u.s.tered expression that skimmed over Adair's face. Then, with an effort, he turned his attention to their newest companion.

"I'm glad you're okay," he told her. "I feared the worst when I couldn't sense you."

Kai shrugged. As always, she appeared totally calm. Finn wasn't sure what it would take to ruffle the older woman, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to be around when it happened.

"After I was pulled through the portal I managed to disguise my presence so I could stay hidden from our captors," she murmured.

Adair made a small sound of distress, still punishing herself for her family's sin.

"Forgive me," she rasped.

"Never mind, my dear." Kai offered a faint smile. "It was fate."

Finn sent her a hopeful glance. "I don't suppose you've had a glimpse of the future that includes our rescue?"

Kai shook her head, her smile fading. "No, but I did sense that we need to move to the center of this s.p.a.ce."

Finn's muscles tensed. "Why?"

"Without the dragon to maintain the magic, the"-she glanced toward the mist that surrounded them-"bubble she created between dimensions is beginning to shrink. In time it will vanish altogether." She paused, as if listening to something Finn couldn't hear. "If it doesn't collapse first."

Adair gasped as Finn muttered a curse.

Of course the d.a.m.ned place was going to collapse.

As if it wasn't enough he'd spent the past days desperately searching for his people, only to be sucked into this h.e.l.lhole, tortured by a Sylvermyst, and then nearly toasted by a dragon.

"Perfect." Cradling Adair in his arms, he rose to his feet. Briefly he closed his eyes, concentrating on the magic that coursed through his blood. There was a brief sizzle of frost in the air before it was smothered by the thickening air. "I can't create a portal." He glanced down at Adair. "What about you?"

She sucked in a deep breath, her face tensing as she struggled to use her powers. At last she gave a frustrated shake of her head.

"No. I'm sorry," she uttered in a weary voice. "Maybe if I have time to recover my strength."

"It's okay." Finn brushed his lips over her damp brow. "We'll find a way to get out."

There was a shudder beneath their feet. As if the floor was about to buckle.

"We need to move," Kai warned, smoothly leading them into the silvery mist.

"We're going to be fine," Finn a.s.sured the woman shivering in his arms as they followed behind the Shinto.

He hoped like h.e.l.l he wasn't lying.

Rya headed for the mosaic-tiled baths the minute she returned to her rooms in the harem at the far edge of her father's lair. She was in dire need of hot water and plenty of soap after being held captive for what felt like an eternity. And, just as importantly, she needed a private place to sob like a baby.

Not that she was willing to spend much time trying to decide why she was crying as she soaked in the scented water. She told herself it was concern for her mother, who was still lost, that caused her heavy sadness, but she wasn't convinced.

After all, she had no doubt Kai was going to be rescued.

She'd not only requested one of her father's servants to contact her the minute the gathered fey managed to open a portal, but she'd asked Levet to use his numerous contacts in the demon world to help. She'd even contacted her mother's family in Hong Kong.

It was only a matter of time.

And if she was being entirely honest, it wasn't the image of her mother that was making her heart ache.

No. It was the lingering memory of Torque that she couldn't banish no matter how hard she tried.

Who could have imagined that their mating could be ended before it ever began?

She'd gone from being resigned at the knowledge she was fated to become Torque's mate, to being filled with a glorious sense of antic.i.p.ation.

And now...

Now she felt as if someone had sucker-punched her at the realization that it was over.

The treasure had been found, and Torque had been released from his duty. And she was back in the harem, in her rooms that had never felt so lonely.