Page 120 of Arcane Entanglement
Viggo’s head whipped around. “What?”
Evander met his stunned stare and shrugged. “I was hardly going to go around with the real thing once we discovered what they were after.”
“You crafty mage,” Viggo murmured, admiration underscoring his voice.
Evander smiled faintly. “This crafty mage is all yours now, Brute.”
Viggo blinked before visibly brightening. “So, the case is over?”
Evander swallowed a chuckle at his eager expression. “For now.”
Viggo’s gaze turned scorching. He clasped Evander’s shoulders and leaned in for another kiss. Evander tilted his head, as eager to surrender to the man who had captured his heart as Viggo was to claim him.
They were interrupted by a shout.
“Evander!”
Rufus was clumsily climbing a mound of debris towards them, his eyes shining with relief.
“Damn it all to hell,” Viggo groaned against Evander’s brow.
Evander sighed and pulled away. “We have all night,” he murmured soothingly.
Viggo scowled. “No, we don’t. You’ll probably be stuck writing up reports in Scotland Yard for the next couple of days at least.”
Evander’s heart sank. “Blast it. You’re right.”
They rose to their feet as Rufus reached them.
The inspector surprised Evander by yanking him into a bone-crushing hug in front of the Met officers who’d turned up with him.
“Are you alright?!” Rufus pulled back, his worried gaze roaming Evander’s face before taking in the destroyed warehouse and the smoking debris. “What happened? What was that explosion? Where’s Ren—?! Oh.” The inspector sobered.
He’d spotted the dark mage.
“He’s dead,” Rufus mumbled numbly.
“We’ll make a copper out of you yet,” Viggo muttered nastily.
Rufus looked over with a frown. “I forgot you were still here.”
Evander narrowed his eyes.
Viggo ignored his warning look.
“I swear, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re Evander’s friend, I would throw you in the river right now,” he growled at Rufus.
Evander’s mouth pressed to a thin line.
Rufus bristled and squared his shoulders. “Oh really? I’d like to see you?—!”
They both gasped when cold water splashed down on their heads.
Evander retracted his magic and glared at them.
“What was that for?” Viggo muttered.
Rufus looked equally hurt.
