Actually, he wouldn’t. “Thanks, Rhi.”
“My pleasure,” she said and turned her back to him as she walked to the windows and looked out over Edinburgh.
She was waiting for him to continue with his answer. Henry dressed, shaking his head at how well everything fit, and then sat to put on the socks and boots. “I was in a lot of pain at Ulrik’s. I tried to find a way out, but there were no windows, just that one door.”
“You remember me coming to you?”
“Yes.” Henry stood and then pulled on the sweater. He ran his hands through his hair. “I thought I was dreaming you. What were you doing there?”
“I … don’t know.”
“Did you go to visit Ulrik? Is that why you knew where I was?”
Her shoulders sagged. “No, I wasn’t visiting Ulrik. If you must know, I check in on you from time to time. When I couldn’t find you, I called in a favor from a friend.”
“A friend? Who the hell would know where I was? If Banan couldn’t find me, how did you?”
Rhi turned and leaned back against the window. “His name is Broc. He’s a Warrior and able to locate anyone, anywhere.”
Henry nodded, remembering how Banan had explained about the immortal Highlanders who had primeval gods inside them and their Druid wives. “Ah. How did you get me out?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No,” he said and frowned. “One minute I was there, and the next I was … I don’t know where. The place was bright. It hurt my eyes.”
Rhi didn’t hide her relief quickly enough from Henry. She had something to do with his escape, but whatever it was, she didn’t want him to know the particulars.
“Are my answers satisfactory? Can we get to Dreagan now?”
Rhi pushed away from the window. She seemed to consider something for several minutes. “Can I trust you, Henry?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a spy, Rhi. You either trust us, or you don’t. There isn’t any middle ground.” When she didn’t immediately reply, he dropped his arms to his side. “You saved my life. I know it was you who got me out of Ulrik’s hold. I don’t know how, and it doesn’t matter. I owe you. If you need a favor or for me to keep a secret, it’s the least I can do. And I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
“That you are,” she said with a sly grin.
“Then trust me,” he beseeched. “Let me begin to try and repay you for saving my life.”
Rhi walked to him, her long legs encased in black and the five-inch heels of her black boots only making her legs look longer. “I’ve never trusted a human before.”
“I won’t let you down.”
Her silver gaze held his. “No, I don’t think you will. Have you ever teleported, stud?”
“No.”
She smiled, her voice going husky. “Feel free to hold on tight then.”
“Wait,” he said as he took a half-step back. “What do you mean, teleport?”
“One moment we’ll be here, and the next, wherever I take us.”
Henry squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Just how many other kinds of magic are out there?”
“This is a kind of … power … that only a select few Fae have. Oh, and Fallon MacLeod has it because of the god inside him.”
Henry was going to have to keep a ledger of all the Warriors and their powers. He couldn’t keep up with it all when the Druids, Dragon Kings, and the Light and Dark Fae were added in. He tried to pretend that knowing there was a world of magic and immortals within his own was just another day at the office, but the truth was that it scared the hell out of him.
But he knew Banan, trusted Banan as he trusted few people. He knew the Dragon Kings were good, decent men, and it was easy to detect the villains—Ulrik, the traitors within MI5, and the Dark Fae.
Rhi, well Rhi he yearned for as he’d never wanted another thing in his life. She was a walking sex goddess. With a smile or a single look, she had him hard as granite. He didn’t know if she was using him or not, but as long as he got to Dreagan, that’s all that mattered.
As for the Warriors and Druids from MacLeod Castle, he knew of them, and it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed.
“The Warriors are good people,” Rhi said. “If you can’t get to Dreagan, find MacLeod Castle. They’ll help you.”
Henry dropped his hand and looked at her. “Those at MacLeod Castle trust you?”
“Definitely,” she said with a knowing grin. “Now, are you ready?”
“No,” he said, but Henry closed the distance between them. He tried not to look at the swell of her breasts. Then he gave up and let his gaze feast on her beauty, causing his balls to tighten and his blood to heat.
Rhi wrapped his arm around her and looked up into his face. “I warned you to hold on, handsome.”
He stared into her beautiful, unusual, silver eyes. Henry vaguely realized the hotel faded away. When he blinked, he was standing outside Dreagan Manor.