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the attack from last night."
    She smiled up at him. "Technically, it wasn't an attack. Or do you mean me against them?"
    He snorted. "Three leprechauns rushed you in the dark. That was an attack. Your response was out of reflex and would not have occurred if you were not threatened."
    She shrugged and had a seat, serving herself from the covered platters.
    "Asha, I never noticed your ears. They are lovely."
    She smiled. "Ask Carrag. Goblins mature slowly and the points on my ears grew in when I was twenty-five."
    "It seems there are still things we need to learn about each other." His wink was wicked.
    "Of course and there will be a twice-a-week maximum for having sex on your desk."
    His pout was cute, but he couldn't hold it. "That was my favourite thing that I have ever done on that desk."
    Asha smiled. "I enjoyed it as well. It was a far better first time than I had anticipated. The magic made it mind blowing and I am not talking about the power."
    He blushed. His dark skin darkened even more, but his gold eyes took on a pleased look.
    She took a few forkfuls of food before she ventured, "What is on the agenda for today?"
    "The same as yesterday, but this afternoon, we will have a talk with the trio who came after you."
    "Do you have names?"
    "It was Lady Nritha and her brothers. It was her knock we heard yesterday when we were in my office."
    The memory of straddling him was enough to make her cough. "Right. So she was supposed to come in and make her proposal, but when she found out that you were taken, she got a little ticked."
    "Apparently."
    They finished their meal and, once again, walked hand in hand to the council hall and offices. There was one small matter that Tuartha had not mentioned and if he didn't want to discuss it, then she wouldn't bring it up. How did the trio know that she was walking alone back to the High Lord's manor?
    Her morning was lovely. A mother who needed the High Lord to convince her husband to build a swing set for their children dropped a baby off with her so that she wouldn't be distracted during the debate process.
    The baby was a charming mint green with leaf green hair. He giggled and burped while she let him scribble on a blank sheet of paper. Three times during the session with the parents, Asha looked up to see Tuartha watching her and the baby through the mirror. She didn't want to scold him, but she gave him a wink and turned her back on him while speaking to the newest arrival.
    "What is the reason for your visit to the High Lord today?" She tugged a hunk of her hair out of the baby's mouth and looked at the newcomer with a smile on her face.
    The dagger was coming directly at her in an instant. "Die, goblin bitch."
    The man's eyes were mad, so she wrapped herself and the baby in a ward and warded her attacker as well. He went from a light green to dark green in seconds as she cut off his oxygen.
    The baby fussed, so she bounced him on her knee and kept him busy until Tuartha burst out of his office.
    "Another attack on my bride will not be tolerated. I am sending a message and will have all the family heads in the council hall this afternoon."
    She dropped the ward and the assassin fell to his knees.
    Tuartha lifted him to his feet and he slammed his fist into the other leprechaun's face so hard that he flew back to strike the wall.
    The baby wailed at the noise, so Asha let him have some more of her hair to play with. The colour seemed to fascinate him and he quieted.
    When his parents got up the nerve to follow the furious High Lord, the mother's eyes widened and it was then that Asha remembered to drop their ward. "Here you go. He didn't see a thing."
    The mother smiled and pried the baby's chubby hands from Asha's hair. "You took excellent care of him. Normally, he fusses all the time."
    "The hair seems to be an excellent toy. I will have to remember that if I have any of my own." Her left hand patted the baby's back absently and the mother stared at the ring on her