My fingers curled into his, and he pulled me down onto the hill beside him. Everything about him was designed to be tempting-the way he chewed his lip, the way his eyes read nefarious intent. "I won't take you here," he said, rolling over me and sliding his knee between my legs. "But I'll come close." With Queen Beau rescued from the moon goddess, Merrin and her guard expect a quiet return home-until a magic-induced headache forces Windley...