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before returning her attention to him. “If you keep trying to escape they’ll hurt you.”
    Finn lowered his hand, startled by the fact that he could hear her as clearly as if she was standing next to him. It had to be magic. Perhaps a miniscule portal that she could speak through?
    The thought sent a jolt of hope through him.
    If she could create a small portal to talk through, there was no reason she couldn’t create a bigger one that would allow him to escape.
    Hiding the dagger behind his back, he offered her a charming smile. At least he hoped it was charming. It felt remarkably close to a grimace.
    “Who are you?” he asked.
    “Adair,” she murmured, her husky voice sending zings of pleasure through Finn.
    “Adair.” His smile widened. “A fascinating name for a fascinating female.”
    She blinked, as if caught off guard by his blatant flirtation.
    “It’s very common among my people.”
    “You’re a Sylvermyst,” he breathed, his gaze skimming over the pure ivory of her skin before lingering on the lush curve of her lips.
    The sort of lips that could send a male to paradise.
    Hastily he squashed the renegade thoughts.
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    “I’ve never met one in person.” He stepped forward, his nose nearly pressed against the ice wall. “Are they all so lovely?”
    Her long lashes fluttered, the scent of rosemary filling the air.
    “I…I must go.”
    “Wait.” He tried to look entreating. It felt weird on his face. He was a male who demanded, not pleaded. “Can you tell me where I am?”
    She shook her head. “Don’t ask.”
    “Why not?” he pressed. “Is it your secret lair?”
    She hesitated, the scent of rosemary deepening. At last her hand fluttered toward her throat, as if she was afraid.
    “Dragon dreams,” she whispered.
    “Dragon dreams?” Finn stilled, his brows drawing together in confusion. “What does that mean?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not sure.”
    He bit back his curse. For now it didn’t matter where he was. Or what the hell ‘dragon dreams’ might mean.
    “Tell me why I’m here,” he instead demanded.
    “My family has need of you,” she said.
    “What do they need me for?” he asked.
    “I can’t tell you. Just do as they ask. Otherwise…” She allowed her words to trail away, a shudder shaking through her body.
    “Otherwise?” he prompted.
    “They’ll kill you.” She shuddered. “They’ll kill both of us.”
    Finn fought his primal response to the fear that flared through the platinum eyes. This female didn’t need his protection, he fiercely reminded himself. She was the enemy. Which meant she was quite likely trying to earn his trust so she could…
    Well, he didn’t know what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to be bewitched into forgetting she was the bad guy. Or bad female.
    Bad, sexy, delectable female.
    Abruptly as furious with himself as the Sylvermyst who’d taken him captive, he allowed his smile to fade.
    “Where are my people?” he snapped.
    She flinched. “They’re safe.”
    Finn slammed his hand against the ice. “Where?”
    “Shh.” She glanced over her shoulder, pretending she was terrified of some unseen enemy lurking behind her. “I told you—”
    “Don’t screw with me,” he interrupted, his anger sending plumes of frost through the air. “I want to be taken to them.”
    She jerked her head around to send him a horrified glance. “No. That’s impossible.”
    Finn narrowed his eyes even as he tried to reassure himself with the knowledge that his people must be near.
    “Why?”
    She reached out to lightly touch the wall that stood between them.
    “The labyrinth is preparing to change. It won’t be safe to try and open a portal until after it settles.”
    Finn made a sound of impatience. What labyrinth? And why would it change?
    Giving a shake of his head, he glared at the female who regarded him with a tragic expression. As if he was stupid enough to believe she was actually disturbed by his fury.