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    I pinched him.
    “Ow!”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “To Marco’s club. It’s called Red. Rumor has it that’s his nickname for his girlfriend and a reference to Red Riding Hood.” He snickered. “I’ve always thought that was clever. But seriously, we’re going to the shower first.” 48

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    Chapter Six

    As we walked past the tub, Liam pulled the plug to let it drain.
    “This is beautiful,” I said, gesturing toward the tub. “Did it come with the house too?”
    “Yes. It’s what I call a wizard tub, because I’ve only known wizards to use them. To my knowledge there are only a handful of these in the world and each one is unique.”
    “How does it work?”
    He crouched beside the tub. “See all these quartz stones? Each has a different magical property. For example, everyone knows that rose quartz is used in love spells.”
    “They do?” I laughed at the look he gave me. “I’m kidding. Even I’ve heard that before.”
    “Well, if I was going to take a bath before performing any kind of love magic, I would do this.” He pressed one of the pink stones and it started to glow. “Actually, I’d press several different stones for a better effect. What I just did would activate the rose quartz only.”
    He pressed the stone again and it stopped glowing.
    “Why didn’t you press any when we got in before?” He stood up and stretched his back, making his muscles ripple and my mouth water.
    “That bath was for cleansing your aura. If you don’t select a particular type of stone, they all work automatically. I thought we might as well cover everything.” I knelt to admire the tub again. “How did you ever get a wizard to give up a place like this? Did he die or something?”
    He laughed. “No. He lived most of the time in Europe. He kept this place just in case he ever decided to visit the States. But he moved to the U.S. permanently a few years ago and managed to find another one of these in Florida.”
    “How do you know that?”
    His smile was devilish. “Because he tried to buy this place back and I wouldn’t sell.”
    “Is there anything special about your shower?”
    He looked thoughtful. “It’s got one of those nozzles that can massage your scalp.
    You know the ones with little pulses of water?” I laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”
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    remember some of the questions I wanted to ask him. And tried not to be nervous about meeting the wolf king.
    “That language you spoke before, what was it?”
    He stepped underneath the water and it was like time stood still. Maybe there was something in his fairy blood that made him so captivating to watch. There must be an explanation, because no one looked that good standing in the shower. I watched in fascination as his long white hair became saturated, clinging to his body. The water moved over his every curve like a pair of hands. His eyes looked darker when he turned to me, especially against the contrast of his pale skin.
    Water ran down his hair, beading in his long eyelashes. Considering the color of his hair and skin, I was surprised by how dark his lashes were. There was no hair anywhere on his body except his head, nothing to hinder the water’s trail over his collarbone, down his abs and past his sculpted thighs.
    I wanted to follow that trail with my tongue. I wanted to lick him, just to know what he tasted like.
    “It’s Faerie.”
    “What?” I was no longer paying attention to what he said. In fact, I’d forgotten asking a question.
    “The language of the Fair Folk. That’s what I was speaking before. It sounds a lot like Elvish. It’s sort of like Spanish and Italian. They sound alike on certain words, but are two different languages.” He looked at me and waved his hand in front