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The realm of TÅμr Medb

“Where is Ossian?” Queen Maeve shouted for the third time, rattling the walls of TÅμr Medb. “Ossian!”

Energy pulsed through the room and Cathbad appeared just as smoothly attired and groomed as the last time he’d visited her. No hair out of place. Beard nicely trimmed. He was the image of a flawless male with the exception of his morose attitude lately.

Her patience waned every time he complained that she no longer followed their original plan.

Plans changed. He should know that.

Especially when their initial strategizing had been two thousand years ago. Life changed. The key was to adapt.

She waited out his silence and finally gave up. “Why are you in a snit, druid?”

Still he stared her down.

“I have been handling everything on my own,” she pointed out and considered how few times she’d seen him recently. “Where have you been?”

“Away.”

“Doing what?”

“Remainin’ calm when I want to destroy everythin’ in my path.”

That’s when it hit her that this was no snit. Cathbad was extremely angry.

She’d never admit it to him, but having Cathbad this irate did give her some pause. Was this due to what had happened in the Tribunal?

When would he let that go?

Taking a compromising tone, she offered, “I admit that leaving the coalition was not as we’d intended, but that relationship would not have lasted long anyhow. You can’t trust a bunch of deities.”

“Oh, I agree that trust is not somethin’ to be gained easily and should not be misused once ya have it.”

“If you’re tossing that dagger at me, take care, Cathbad. I will allow you room to be angry, but I will not tolerate a lack of respect from anyone, including you.”

He stepped across the room, taking his usual stroll as he thought. When he turned back to her, he said, “Did we not have an agreement that we would return in this time and rule together?”

“Basically, yes.”

“No, Maeve, there was nothing basic about our deal. We spent weeks hammerin’ out an agreement we could both live with and puttin’ that in a blood bond. I stuck to my part of our arrangement from the moment we reincarnated. You, on the other hand, have continually ignored the partnership and put us all at risk. You’re creatin’ chaos in the human world like a child scatterin’ toys when you’re unhappy.”

She floated over to him, remaining a foot off the floor to force him to look up to her. “Do not reduce my strategic planning to a tantrum. I am still committed to our arrangement, but I am flexible enough to adapt and change with the times in which we find ourselves. You think what is happening in that realm is chaos? If I lose my control, you would see true pandemonium.”

“Then tell me, what is the point of your attacks on the Beladors, because from where I’m standin’ I see no purpose that serves the Medb.”

“We will spend decades or longer trying to flush out Daegan. Pushing all of the preternaturals out in the open means there will be no reason for Daegan and others to remain hidden. In fact, he’ll be even more exposed as he tries to protect the Beladors and Treoir at the same time. Once our kind is out in the open for humans, it will become easy to move around, because VIPER will be too busy dealing with humans acting irrationally and attacking preternaturals.”

“None of that sounds like a good idea, Maeve.”

“Of course it does.” She swirled around in a blast of sparks. Flames in candles at multiple levels around the room grew stronger, powering up a glow that washed over her as she moved and talked. “Even now, there is word of Daegan leading teams to hunt down missing Belador children and arranging guards for the families. He’s putting himself at risk every time he’s in the human world.” She spun around again and floated back to Cathbad, her voice revealing the excitement she felt throughout her body. “I am close to finishing my plan. I hear the dragon is rabid over the kidnapped Belador teens. He will do anything to get them back to their families. That will force him to be the most vulnerable and he will then kneel at my feet.”

Cathbad’s jaw flexed with muscles tightening and loosening. When he spoke, his deep burr poured out with hot anger. “You’re doin’ all of this just to bring that bloody dragon back to TÅμr Medb and make him a throne again? All this just for your childish vengeance?”

Muscles clenched in her throat, but she didn’t yell at him. She had to stay calm to show him how she was the one in power who would rule today and forever.

But there was no reason to hide her irritation with him. “You miss the entire picture, Cathbad. I’m disappointed. At one time you would not have been so narrow in thought.”

“By all means, educate me on this brilliant plan,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her energy boiled, searching for an outlet, but if she lost her control now she’d never convince him to stand by her through reclaiming Daegan.

Struggling internally for a moment, she remained still until she felt calm flood her mind and body. She said, “I no longer intend to allow Daegan to simply live out eternity as a throne.”

Cathbad blinked with surprise, but quickly hid his reaction. “Daegan should be thrilled to hear your change in plans for him.”

Ignoring Cathbad’s snide tone, she said, “Once I capture that dragon, I plan to compel him to do whatever I want. He will become a major weapon for us.”

“That’s your idea?” He cupped his forehead, cursing quietly.

“Please, by all means, tell me what I’ve missed, oh mastermind,” she countered with her own snippy tone.

Lowering his hand, Cathbad stared at her in a way that made her think he didn’t recognize her. “Have you forgotten the curse you placed on him before we went into our deep sleep, Maeve?”

“No, but clearly you have.” She smiled, taunting him so that his anger would steal his control.

Cathbad fisted his hands then forced them to flex open. He spoke slowly as if addressing an imbecile. “My dear Maeve, when you cursed Daegan to be a throne for eternity and to remain in this room, you also included that no one could compel him. You did that so no one else could gain an advantage with him while we were out-of-pocket, but that is also the reason you can’t force him to answer your questions now.”

She started laughing and floated away. It felt good to win with Cathbad.

He called out, “Have you truly lost your mind? I’ve wondered if the reincarnation damaged you.”

Zipping around the room just to feel her long hair flying behind her, she kept laughing until she whipped in front of Cathbad with the speed of a snake on attack.

She lowered her face until she was inches from him to enjoy the impact of her words up close. “Let me educate you, druid, as you seem to have forgotten one very important point. I did include that part in the curse about not allowing anyone to compel Daegan, but he destroyed all the elements of the curse when he broke it to free himself from being a throne and returned to dragon form. I. Can. Compel. Him. Now.”

Finally, she got to enjoy the surprise that blossomed in Cathbad’s face when that clicked in his mind.

Crossing her arms, she said, “Well?”

“I stand corrected, Maeve,” he said, humility seeping through his words. “You are unmatched as a queen at this moment and I am not worthy to stand in your presence.”

She should punish him for all the aggravation he’d caused her, but she did have a tender place for this druid. Floating down to the floor, she hooked her arms around his neck. “Apology accepted.”

He kissed her with enough heat to melt their clothes.

She bit his ear and raked her nails through his hair.

Cathbad snapped his fingers and her gown burst into tiny pieces that disintegrated. “This is how I remember my Maeve.”  His hands were pure majik when he reached for her breasts and brushed her nipples.

“Are you going to leave me naked all by myself,” she teased, and his clothes disappeared just as quickly, leaving him in all his glory. The gods would envy his body.

She dropped her gaze. Oh, yes, this man was gloriously naked and ready to take her. He liked sex rough and rowdy. She would give him everything he could imagine and then a few of her own ideas. When she finished with him, he’d be too weak to leave her bed. Maybe hours of invigorating sex games would put an end to the annoying man he’d turned into recently.  

Cathbad slowed his kisses to ask, “I heard you call for Ossian. Where is he?”

If Cathbad didn’t know, she wasn’t going to admit she’d expected Ossian to deliver Veronika long before now. The druid would go ballistic if anything happened to his precious polymorph. She trusted Ossian to do her bidding and would allow him the time he needed.

She nipped Cathbad’s lip. “I was actually looking for you.” Reaching down, she closed her hand around her favorite part of Cathbad and he groaned with pleasure.

That was nothing compared to what she would do to him in order to keep his mind off the polymorph until she could determine whether Ossian had been successful.

She’d learned a long time ago how to lead men to do her bidding and this druid was no different.

He asked, “Ya still have not told me where Ossian is, love.”

“Off doing a task for me. He should be along soon.”

Cathbad gripped her wrist, pulling it away from pleasuring him. He released her and backed up, clothing himself as he moved away.

The momentary heat turned into a chill at the abrupt change in the druid.

His eyes burned hot, but not with desire.

Cathbad was just as angry as when he’d entered.

She’d seen the face he showed now, long ago when someone had crossed him and killed his mistress. He’d gone insane for a bit and nothing Maeve had said would calm him down.

He announced in an icy tone, “I should be able to reach Ossian at any time, but he has yet to respond. I will find him. I hope for your benefit that he is on a task I’ve assigned and you have not put him at risk. I’ve told you more than once that I put a lot of myself into turnin’ him into a polymorph. I consider him far more valuable than your entire army of witches and warlocks, includin’ your Scáth Force warriors.”

Saying anything right now would ignite the rage simmering behind his eyes.

Lifting a hand and waving it across the front of her, Maeve clothed herself, holding his gaze the entire time. “You have become dull, Cathbad. Find your servant and while you’re at it look for your humility. It would serve you better than this pugnacious attitude when you return.”

“You assume I will return,” he retorted.

Her lips parted in true shock at his statement.

Cathbad was not one to bluff, but ... he had no castle or realm. In the next instant, he was gone.

“He’ll be back,” she muttered to the empty room. “He needs me and TÅμr Medb.”