He gathered her into his arms and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Where shall we go?”
She laid her cheek in the hollow between his neck and shoulder and wound her arms around him. “Assuming the time-travel shaft is over its snit, we could either go to my house or yours.”
“If you want privacy, we should pick yours. Arawn and Gwydion gifted me my lodgings. Most of the time, they leave me alone, but if they want something, they wander in as if the place were theirs.”
“Mmph. Afore we leave here, do ye have any ideas about who Mitha’s associate might be?”
“Nay, but I spent enough time with the Morrigan, I can work a dream state to pick through what I might have missed.” He paused a beat, not certain of his next words. “Cathbad said we might share dreaming. He’s much more powerful than me. Perhaps, if I call on him—”
“—he can come up with more,” she finished before he could get the words out and ran her hands down his back. “Brilliant! I love it.”
The ground rumbled beneath their feet. “Oh for fuck’s sake, stop that.” Angus let go of her long enough to shake his fist at the vibrating surface, and it quieted. “Son of a bitch.” He tightened his hold on her once more. “Makes a man feel powerful.”
“Ye are powerful.” She spoke into his ear. “More than ye realize.”
He angled his head and gazed into her face until emotion threatened to choke him. Words forced their way past years of self-imposed control. “You feel amazing in my arms, Ari. I’m falling in love with you.”
Her body, so pliant and fluid a moment before, stiffened in his arms. A curtain dropped over her eyes extinguishing their warmth, and she shook her head sadly. “Not a sound idea. I’m not a good bet.” She let go of him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”