Free rogue shifter 06 - torn apart by gayle parness Page B

then when he got up, I could show him what I'd purchased. Maybe even model it for him. Paris is known for its fancy lingerie...
    I giggled and dunked myself under the cloud of bubbles, then reemerged and wiped my face off with a washcloth to clear away the soap.
    "Well, I didn't expect to find you here, little demon." I squealed in shock. Isaiah actually had the nerve to laugh.
    "Isaiah, get out now or I'll have Liam gut you."
    "As if he could." He smirked at me. "What are you upset about? You are covered up with bubbles like some foamy dessert and I've told you many times..."
    "I know, I know, but I'd still like my privacy if you don't mind. Go somewhere else until I can get out of here."
    "And where do you suggest I go? Into the bedroom where Garrett rests? Or the kitchen with Liam and Aedus? Maybe you would like me to introduce myself to Charlie without you present? Farrell is with him and I don't think he is particularly fond of me."
    "How about going back to the DR?"
    "Sorry, not possible. At least not for three days." To my horror he sat on the edge of the bathtub and ran his fingers through the bubbles. "This is a large bath. Perhaps I can join you?"
    "Hand me a towel and turn around," I growled.
    He winked and did what I asked, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. "I thought shifters were comfortable with nudity."
    "When we shift. This is...this is different and you know it." I wrapped the large towel around my body. "Please stay here while I get dressed."
    "Of course."
    I dissolved, dressed and returned in record time. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough. He was in the tub, his clothes on the floor, humming a strange tune while he played with the bubbles.
    "Isaiah! What is wrong with you?"
    "You told me to stay in this room and all these delightful bubbles were calling my name."
    "Why are you causing trouble for me?"
    "Because I can. Why do you look shocked? I believe I described the nature of demons quite succinctly when we first met."
    "Get out of the bathtub now," I snapped. He'd told me that demons loved to cause mischief, since strong emotions fed their magic. Here was a perfect example, all at my expense. Payback had begun.
    "As you wish..." He stood, and I turned around quickly, my face heating up in a blush. As he laughed at me, I threw a towel over my head in his direction, hoping it didn't land in the tub.
    He chuckled out a 'thank you" and I hissed back, "I'll wait for you right inside the bedroom door." Garrett was resting in the pitch black room, so rather than move around in the dark, I leaned back against the door. A moment later it was wrenched open behind me. I tumbled backwards into Isaiah's arms, and we were instantly transported into the kitchen.
    I looked on in horror as three fae heads turned toward us with wide-eyed expressions of shock. They all stood, reaching for weapons, as Isaiah pulled me more tightly against him.
    "Still your hand, Aedus." He addressed the most senior fae.
    "Release her." Aedus' voice was low and threatening.
    "I have her permission to be here, do I not, Jacqueline? We have formed another alliance."
    "Let me go, Isaiah, or so help me..."
    "Will you break the agreement?"
    Liam shook his head in disbelief. "Is he telling the truth? You have a new agreement with Isaiah as well as Kennet?"
    "Yes." I wiggled in Isaiah's grasp trying to free myself as I spoke. "It's regarding Charlie's training. I had a dream. Look, I'll explain everything, just please put your weapons away and sit down. Then he'll let me go. Won't you?" I asked with a snarl.
    The three fae sat and Isaiah released my arms. "I should punch you." I hissed, rubbing my arms where he'd held them. "I'm going to have bruises."
    He dismissed my complaints with a wave of his hand. "Please. You heal quickly. And just remember where you are going. Punching me will have consequences."
    Liam's voice was like ice. "Going? With him?"
    "Am I allowed to tell them?"
    "Yes. The jig is up, as they say."
    I poured myself a cup of