Mrs. P clicked her tongue and rose from the chair. “I’m going to have a milk bath. My skin needs hydrating. Khenut, do we have any coconut milk left?” She wandered off into the bathroom.
“Osiris will need to consume the power of the ring in order to leave Duat,” Rowan explained to me. “It will in effect be destroyed by that act.”
“So then what’s the problem?” I asked, confused. “It’ll be gone, which is what the dragon people—what we dragons—want, right?”
“That’s correct, except the essence of the ring will remain behind. And as evidenced by this”—Rowan waved his hand at the black smears on the floor and wall—“Bael does not have any trouble sending demons into the Underworld. They will simply wait for Osiris to use the ring, then collect the essence and take that back to Bael. He will use that to imbue another tool, and we’ll be back to the position of Bael having two out of three tools needed.”
“Oh. Crap.” I thought for a moment, not seeing a clear solution. “This essence… that’s what you make?”
He grimaced. “It’s what alchemists create when they break magic, yes.”
“And what do you do with it?”
He leaned back in his chair, idly watching as one of the priestesses set three bags of trash outside the door. “Generally it’s used to create new magical objects. Some essences, especially pure ones, can be used in the formation of a quintessence, which is the most valuable substance in the Otherworld.”
“So if we could be on hand when Osiris uses the ring, then you could get the essence stuff, and use it before Bael and his cohorts got to it, yes?”
“I thought about that when Mrs. P told me what her goal was. It would be possible, but I’d need to have an object ready to receive the essence, and I have no way to prepare one here.”
“Then we’re just going to have to come up with another plan,” I insisted. “Because I’m just not going to steal that ring from her.”
“It’s pitting one woman’s happiness against that of the world,” he warned.
“Two people who are in love and simply want to live together in peace,” I said, standing, my throat feeling tight. Emotions that I hadn’t felt since I met Jian swirled around inside me, leaving me more confused than ever.
Did I want to be Rowan’s mate? I knew, despite his posturing before the other dragons, that if I told him we had no future together, he would not force me into one against my will. But the thought of going through life without him was frankly unbearable.
“We can talk about it later. We still have to get through the second challenge before the situation comes to a crisis.” Rowan got to his feet as well. “I’ll put your sword back. It certainly came in handy.”
“Rowan…” I put my hand on his chest, feeling both the smooth cotton of his shirt, and beneath it, the warmth and hardness of his chest. “Do you…” I bit my lip, not able to come right out and ask what I wanted to know. I waited a few seconds until the last priestess had drifted back into Mrs. P’s room before asking, “Do you really think I’m your mate? It’s not just because I was Jian’s mate, and thus am able to fill the position, is it?”
“It has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with us.” He tugged me forward, my body pressed against his in a way that highlighted our differences. “It’s you I want, Sophea. Not any other woman, just you. We were meant to be together—I see that now that the First Dragon opened my eyes. We were fated to travel to this moment in time.”
I tipped my head up to kiss him, saying against his lips, “Then imagine us being separated and doomed never to be together. Because that’s what you’re damning Mrs. P to if the ring is taken from her.”
“Damn it,” he said, his eyes bright with passion as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth for a few seconds. “I’d say I hate it when you’re right and I’m wrong, but the truth is, I love the way your mind works. You are absolutely right, of course. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I swear to you that I’ll spend every moment of my life making sure you’re as happy as you possibly can be.”
And at that moment, I knew with a bright, shining rightness that I would not leave Rowan. “And I promise to make your lips quirk the way they do, and to yell at you when you’re unreasonable around the other wyverns, and most of all, to make you happy that the First Dragon turned you into someone who could have a wyvern’s mate.”
His lips were hot on mine, his tongue doing a little dance around mine that made my toes curl. “You have to keep the costumes, though. I like this one, but the Xena one is very…”
“Kick-ass?” I suggested when he hesitated. “Indicative of a strong woman who doesn’t need a man? Representative of the inner strength of women everywhere?”
“Sexy,” he said, then gave a mock yelp when I pinched his side. “Very kick-ass,” he amended. “Although I’d appreciate it if you took me with you for the next challenge.”