told them. His travels had taken him to several planets, and
he’d been away from Xenthian for more than seven years. Still, he knew
practically nothing about the planets or races he’d seen.
“Humans were preoccupied with conquering and warring at the
time, not a threat to anyone except themselves.” He’d watched them
destroy one another for more land, more gold, more power, and instead
of fear, he’d pitied them. “Nothing I hadn’t seen before, and I didn’t have
much interest in staying.”
Ivy tilted her head to the side and frowned at him. “You call me dove
because you think I’m uninteresting?”
He had to laugh at her. “Quite the opposite. As I prepared to leave
your planet, a pair of birds flew past, perfectly synchronized, in complete
harmony with one another. They were fascinating.”
The lines across her brow deepened, and she shook her head. “Okay,
I guess I’m still not getting it. You find me fascinating?”
“Immensely so.” Taking the pendant, he slipped the chain over her
head, settling the stone gently between her breasts. “I later learned they
were turtle doves, intensely loyal creatures that formed strong
attachments with their mates. At the time, I hadn’t given much thought
to finding my soulmate, but in that moment, I knew I wanted a bond like
those birds, unconditional, fearless.” Still clasping the stone, he tugged
lightly, pulling her closer to nuzzle against her throat. “You, Ivy Dalton,
are my turtle dove.”
A quiet, breathy moan escaped her, vibrating against the pulse point
in her neck. “That is simultaneously the strangest, yet sweetest, thing
anyone has ever said to me.”
If she didn’t stop squirming in his lap and making those beautiful
noises, he’d have her right there on his desk. “I speak only the truth,” he
answered tightly, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. He needed a
distraction, or so help him… “Let’s try a simple spell.”
“Kai, I told you, I don’t—”
“For now, you can borrow some of mine.” He tapped the center of
the stone. “Focus on this, and I’ll guide you.”
She still looked skeptical, but she didn’t debate him. “Okay, let’s do
this.”
“It’s one of the first spells we teach the younglings. We’re going to
create dancing flames.”
“Right, okay.” One eyebrow winged toward her hairline, and she
gripped the pendant in her fist. “What do I do?”
“Hold out your hand.” Circling his fingers around her wrist, he
turned her palm up toward the ceiling. “Now, just picture a single flame,
any color you want, see it in your mind.”
The look of concentration on her angelic face was adorable, and he
couldn’t resist swooping in for a quick kiss.
“Stop it,” she chastised. “I’m concentrating. Now what?”
“Keep thinking of your flame, and repeat after me. Chroma flago. ”
“ Chroma flago. ” Her eyes narrowed, the lids thinning into slits. “It’s
not working.”
“So impatient.” It had taken him weeks to produce his first flame, but
he also hadn’t been as determined as his mate. “Try again.” Using just
the tip of his index finger, he stroked the center of her palm. “Imagine
the flame right here, a pretty little spark right in your hand.”
“It won’t burn me, will it?”
“No, dove, I’d never let anything hurt you.” He’d move mountains
and destroy entire worlds to keep her safe. “Try again.”
Ivy took a deep breath, inhaling slowly through her nose, then
releasing it through her pink lips. “ Chroma flago. ” Nothing happened.
“Again.”
Again and again, she tried to produce the flame, and each time she
failed, the look of disappointment and discouragement almost broke his
heart.
“Damn it!” she growled, clenching and unfurling the hand he held.
“Look at me. Ivy,” he cooed when she ignored him, “look at me.”
The moment she lifted her head, he slanted their mouths together,
delving