Fire elemental Fehniel of Hickom knows that her friends have found true love. The wolf in her knows that this frost giant is her mate, but the fire elemental in her wants to fight him all the way. Tynir knows that she is meant for him, but her calculating mind may be more than he can handle when it comes to keeping her safe. Unprepared when he sees the real her, he has to make a choice, run like hell, or fight to keep a woman who makes his cold blood run hot.
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"Are you insane, is that it?" She cocked her head and blinked.
He snorted. "Hardly. Thosnas had a seer on hand and all of his grandchildren were allowed to visit. When I went, Morgarn and Ragnar were waiting. She told us that our women would travel in a set of three as well, would be found in the sky and each would be an elemental born of a new world."
Fen scowled. "Unfortunately, that does sound like us. Why did Thosnas try to buy our bar?"
"It was a move to flush the other giants into threatening you. Once you were on the alert, you would be more receptive to having bodyguards and once close to you, it would be easy to see if the attraction was mutual."
"Which it was in the first case and probably is in the second." She went back to drumming her fingers on the table.
"What about the third?" He leaned back to display his bluish grey skin and dark hair. His white-blue eyes had an ever-present amusement that shook her grim, logical outlook the moment that she saw him. His physique certainly was more than acceptable, his chest wide, belly flat and thighs impressively muscled. The only thing that kept her libido under control was the waves of cold coming from him.
"You are impressive, but I have a little problem with the cold you radiate."
"I am a frost giant. It's what I do."
"I am a fire elemental. You don't see me scorching folks as I pass." Fen held still and sent a short, sharp stab of inquiry to his mind. She was deflected, but not before she caught a glimpse of his internal heat.
"Did you just send a mind probe?"
She cocked her head and glared at him. "I don't know, did you feel one?"
"I did."
"Then perhaps I did." Her mother hadn't raised a liar, but her father taught her diplomacy at all times. She always wanted Aleyn and Baileez to be proud of her and she wasn't sure that this man was the right fit for her.
"You have mental talents?"
"Of a sort. Nothing like my elder siblings. I am the runt of the litter." She chuckled at the turn of phrase. She was physically the smallest of her brothers and sisters, the royal family of Hickom.
"I see. Would you consider coming to my home and assessing it for suitability?" He was very forthright.
"You are being direct. Where is the attempt to weasel me to the surface under false pretences?" She felt her lips twitch in amusement.
"Time is of the essence. You don't want to leave your business unattended while it is in operation, so this week off is the only time available."
"Morgarn told you."
"Of course. He is my cousin, after all."
"Squealer."
He chuckled. "You are very controlled for someone whose base is fire."
She laughed. "In my family, you didn't get too far if you didn't have self-control. Being able to keep my emotions in check enabled me to reach adulthood."
"So, will you come to the surface with me?"
She ignored his raised eyebrow and thought about it. Her mind ran through all permutations and combinations, analyzing all possibilities of going down to Jotunheim with this giant that she had just met. Sex, she had no objection to, it was the living among giants that gave her pause.
The Hickom had their own seer and it had told her that she would find a man to cool her fire. It had been very vague, but a frost giant did fit the bill.
She would have to contact her parents and let them know where she was going, alert the management that the bar would be closed until further notice and pack a bag.
"I will go but only to check out the accommodations." Yeah, right.
"As you will, lady."
