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privacy they could. They’d done it. Some had done it with a look that said it was silly, but they’d done it. Then Donovan took his clothes off. He stripped like a pale, white dream. The ardeur had made certain that his body was ready for me. He lay against the front of his body like something carved of ivory and blushed with the first pink of sunrise. He was as pale as a vampire, but he was dawn, he was sunlight on water, he was moonlight on wings. I heard the sound of birds calling in the night. I’d never known swans had a voice, almost like geese, but…no. No, not geese, swans.

Donovan’s voice came strained. “You’ve undone my control of my power. Something about the ardeur has stripped me bare of more than my clothes.”

I found I could still talk, above the feel of a night’s sky and moonlight, though it was like seeing double, as if the vision in my head threatened to be more real than the man beside me. “My version of the ardeur gives you what you want most, sometimes.” I leaned in beside his cheek and whispered into that perfect curve of ear. “What do you want most, Donovan Reece?”

He turned to me, and his eyes were a dull gray. “Not to be king.” He rolled us over so that he was suddenly looking down at me. His body was still pressed to the front of mine, not inside, but the sensation of him hard and firm trapped between our bodies made me cry out. He leaned over me, pressing that weight against me. He wrapped his arms around me, which put my face into his chest. I’d have trouble breathing with him on top. But he seemed to realize it and raised his upper body enough to curl around me, until his face was next to mine. “Can you give me what I most want, Anita?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“Try.”

“It may not work the way you think it will.” I tried to think past the ardeur, past the feel of his body against mine, tried to think past the warm scent of his skin. The ardeur had a mind of its own, and a funny way of granting desires. I didn’t trust what would happen if that was what he truly wanted.

“Give me what I want, Anita.” He raised his upper body above me.

“I can’t control the ardeur that well, Donovan.”

He raised himself so that his upper body was in a half push-up, which pushed his lower body harder against mine. I whimpered for him.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

I had to open my eyes to answer him. “Not hurt, no.”

Something in my voice, in my unfocused gaze, made him smile. “No, not hurt,” he said, smiling down at me. His eyes were bluer than I’d ever seen them, as if something about this moment had chased the gray from his eyes.

I realized that his request to not be king had made me tone back the ardeur. It scared me, because the ardeur was a power unto itself. It did things, decided things, that I didn’t understand. If Jean-Claude had been able, I would have asked him. Of course, I had people I could ask. It was just going to be awkward to ask. One of the other reasons that Requiem and London were in the room was that they had more centuries of experience with the ardeur than I did. As victims, true, but still they knew it in ways I’d only begun to glimpse.

I put a hand on Donovan’s chest, to push him away, to give me breathing space. We were in a hurry, but we weren’t in such a hurry, were we? I mean, if he were dead, he wouldn’t be king. Sometimes the ardeur was a very literal thing. But I’d forgotten that the white hairs on his chest weren’t hair, but feathers. The moment my palm touched the silk of the feathers and the heat of his chest, I forgot what I was going to ask. My hands found his body, and he was hot to the touch, as if his temperature had spiked.

“Your skin, it’s hot.”

“I told you, you took my control away.” He leaned in as he said it, keeping his shoulders up, but lowering his head for a kiss. I could feel his heart thudding against the palm of my hand. I could feel it in a way that I hadn’t been able to feel since the ardeur was new to me. I felt his heart like it was something holdable, as if I could reach into his chest and cup it, caress it. I was suddenly very aware of all the blood