Authors: Penny Watson
Sven leaned forward. "You heard gossip about Nicholas? Is he back in Glasdorf?"
Gregor nodded. "Yeah. I heard he's not alone. He brought a cute little redhead with him. Must be a memento of his trip?"
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showed any interest in a woman...unless maybe she was wearing a baker's hat and carrying a platter of cookies."
Sven poured some beer into an empty glass and pushed it in front of his brother. "That is a little far-fetched, Gregor.
Nicholas can't bring a Suddie here unless he has the permission of the council."
Gregor pounded back his beer and smiled. "Yeah, well, that's not all I heard. I also heard the redhead was hurt, and Nick made Hector fix her up. She had 'life-threatening injuries'."
"He made Hector use his magic to save her? I don't believe it." Oskar ran a hand through his green spiky hair. "Has Dad heard about this yet?"
Gregor shook his head. "I don't think so. The 'rents will be shocked that 'the good son' has finally managed to fuck up."
"The girl must be really special to him if he was willing to risk the ire of the council. I hope he's okay," Sven said.
Oskar turned to Gregor. "Has the council already determined the Tag der Rache?"
"No meeting scheduled yet. They probably just found out about it. Puts Hector in a bad situation since he's head of the council."
Sven shot his youngest brother a worried look. "We should do something to help him. Nicholas stood up for us a million times when we were in trouble."
Gregor nodded. "True. He was always getting us out of scrapes with the council. Could'a been a lawyer, that guy."
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"Maybe we could write a letter of support to submit to the council before the meeting. Remind them of all of the good stuff Nicholas has done in Glasdorf."
"Great idea, O. Truth is, they've always been harder on him than the rest of us. He has that frickin' big-ass legacy to deal with. Never complains about it either."
Gregor took a swig of beer. "I think the letter idea is spot on. Any bit of help with the council will be appreciated by Nicholas. I sure hope they let him off the hook. He's supposed to be cookin' up my New Year's soiree in Manhattan. I have a nice selection of hot young supermodels ready to celebrate with me, and I promised them a spread they wouldn't forget."
Oskar narrowed his eyes at Gregor. "I wasn't invited to any par-tay, big bro. Invitation got lost in the mail? And anyway, I thought supermodels didn't eat."
Sven nodded. "Maybe they can look at the food."
Oskar cracked a smile. "Smell the food."
Sven smirked. "Puke up the food?"
Gregor rolled his eyes at his brothers. "Personally, I don't give a rat's ass what the hell they do with the food. You two are welcome to come, but a warning. It's a sophisticated crowd. No toy-building hippies or green-haired punks. If you can clean yourselves up a bit, I'm sure you'll fit right in."
Gregor took a last gulp of his beer and stood up from the table, laughing as he left the bar.
"I hope one of the supermodels pukes all over his fuckin'
Armani suit."
"Well said, O." Sven raised an eyebrow. "Ass."
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"Hole." Oskar strained his neck to peer over the bar. "Pool table's open. Wanna play?"
"Yeah, might as well. Don't think I wanna go home until this mess with Nicholas is cleared up. Do you think it's for real?"
Oskar finished his beer. "Christ, Sven, I don't know. But for Nicholas' sake, I sure hope he knows what he's doing."
Lucy awoke to the scent of apple cider. She wriggled her nose. With cloves and cinnamon and orange peel. Her stomach rumbled and she smiled, stretching like a cat.
My
God, I feel terrific! Sleeping with Nicholas is definitely good
for me.
She rubbed her blurry eyes and frowned. This wasn't the lumpy couch in her office. In fact, she wasn't home at all.
She shook her head and glanced around the beautiful bedroom that surrounded her
. Am I dreaming?
Piles of ivory silken sheets and downy comforters were twisted around her in the middle of a massive sleigh bed. An enormous stone fireplace covered most of the wall opposite her, and everywhere she looked was gorgeous handcrafted wooden furniture. Lucy slid off of the bed and began to wander around the room.
It was meticulously clean and organized, not one knick-knack to be found. On top of a dresser she found a silver picture frame and pulled it down. The formal portrait of five towering men and two older adults was the only personal effect in the room. Right away she recognized Nicholas.
This
is his family! I must be in Nicholas' house.
For the life of her, Lucy could not remember how she got here.
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"Nicholas! Are you here?" Silence echoed in the huge room. Lucy was wearing an elegant silk nightgown, and a matching robe was lying across the bottom of the bed.
Did
Nicholas get these for me?
Her head started to pound. She pulled on the satiny robe and tightened the sash around her waist.
Lucy wandered through a masculine living room, furnished with dark leather couches and cherry wood cabinets. The delicious aroma of white pine filled the room. Evergreen swags covered the fireplace mantel and decorated the chandeliers. A towering spruce stood in the corner. It was the most spectacular tree she had ever seen...completely covered with tiny white lights and sparkling glass ornaments.
Something jogged her memory.
Those glass ornaments
remind me of something. A glass...castle?
Continuing through the great room, she found the kitchen.
Nicholas' kitchen. It was incredible. Top of the line stainless steel appliances nestled within custom walnut cabinets, black granite topped every surface, and a myriad of pots and pans hung from a rack in the center of the room. She tiptoed to the stove and found a simmering pot of cider. She inhaled the delicious fragrance and started searching the cabinets for a mug. When Lucy opened the cabinet above her, she giggled out loud. Rows of black ceramic mugs were lined up in perfect order on the shelves.
Nicholas gives anal retentive a new
meaning
Lucy ladled cider into a mug and walked back to the great room. Sunshine filtered through the tall windows and glistened off the glass ornaments on the tree. Built-in 75
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benches stretched across the front of the room, just under the windows. She sat down on the soft cushions and wrapped a plaid blanket around her shoulders.
How beautiful! I can see
the whole village from here
Lucy vaguely remembered Nicholas talking about his village. It reminded her of photos she'd seen of European towns. Dozens of shops and stone buildings lined the narrow streets. Multicolored awnings crowned the doorways, and window boxes filled with boxwood and pinecones greeted shoppers. Black iron lampposts with old-fashioned gas lamps stood at each street corner. And Lucy could swear she heard music...Christmas music.
I wonder why so many children are outside. Shouldn't they
be in school?
In fact, the bustling town was filled with children, no adults at all
.
Lucy stood up and pressed her face to the window. All of the children were dressed in unusual clothes. Many of the boys sported vests, and knickers with black buckled shoes. The girls wore colorful hand-knit hats with tassels and mufflers wrapped around their necks. Their stockings were striped and checkered, and their woolen coats had old-fashioned wooden buttons. As Lucy studied the children more closely, she realized one other thing.
Their
ears...their ears...they're pointy! There is no way...this is
impossible. I must be hallucinating.
And their faces weren't youthful at all. Many were wrinkled, with shocking white hair woven into braids. In fact, now that she looked a little more closely, she realized that the
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tiny, they were barely two feet tall. Lucy blinked and fell back on the cushions
. What is happening to me? This is craziness.
"Hull-o! Nicholas...are you home?" Lucy's head snapped up in recognition.
I've heard that voice before...somewhere.
She slowly turned her head as a man walked into the great room.
A very small man. A very, very small man. In fact, he was so small, some might call him...
an elf
"Well now, Miss Lucy. It's good to see you up and about.
Nicholas is anxious to show you around Glasdorf today. How are you feeling this morning? Having a bit o' cider?" The little man's ears twitched as he took off his cap and looked expectantly at Lucy.
"Glasdorf?" she whispered.
"Of course, you're in the North Pole, my dear."
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Nicholas hurried along the cobblestone path to his cottage.
His arms overflowed with packages for Lucy. Oda, Markus'
wife, insisted on getting her clothes, make-up, shampoo, fresh flowers and various other items that women liked.
Nick's bachelor pad was stark and "lacking in a much-needed feminine touch" according to Oda. She had also helped to bathe and dress Lucy yesterday after they returned from Hector's. Nicholas wanted every drop of blood washed from her body, every reminder of her near-death experience erased. He had never felt so shaken, so unsure. His world tipped upside down, then righted itself as Lucy slept for almost twenty straight hours in his arms, breathing, alive, perfect.
Sleeping with her was a form of torture. It was damned near impossible not to give in to his lustful urges. Having her silky skin, delicious scent and subtle curves pressed up against him all night had pushed him to the breaking point.
He could not stop himself from touching her, stroking her hair, her slender arms, dragging his knuckles across her lips as she slumbered. She looked so incredibly beautiful and peaceful, and he loved that she kept reaching for him in her sleep, sighing with contentment as she buried her face in his chest.
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would interrupt her sleep, not until he was completely sure that Hector's healing medicine was successful. When Lucy was awake and completely recovered, Nicholas planned to seduce her properly in his big bed.
After he explained about Glasdorf...and the elves...and that Santa was real. A headache started to hammer away at the spot right over his eyes. He had no idea how Lucy would take the news. In addition to somehow explaining to a Sudlander that the legend of Santa Claus was real, Nicholas would soon be faced with his day of reckoning, the Tag der Rache. The council would demand an explanation for his actions.
He also wasn't looking forward to dealing with his parents'
disappointment. As heir to his father, Nicholas' behavior was expected to be exemplary in every way. He wasn't sure how they would react to the news that the 'good son' had broken fundamental rules of Glasdorf. But in his heart, he had no reservations about using elfin magic to save Lucy's life. And he would do it all again. Lucy's spirit was too bright, too dear to him to lose. Hector's brilliance as a healer was legendary, and he'd proved it last night.
Nicholas set the packages on the ground in front of the door.
No more stalling. You need to explain things to Lucy,
and pray that she'll be understanding...and hopefully not
prone to hysterics.
He opened the door to the cottage and shuttled the bags inside the foyer. He heard laughter, Lucy's laughter, and his heart sped up at the sound.
She's awake!
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seat, with a scrabble board game on the cushions between them. Light poured through the tall windows, highlighting Lucy's copper curls, glowing from her pearly skin.
She's alive,
she's here with me, and...uh oh, she looks pissed off.
"You cannot spell 'deception', my dear. You used the last 'i'
for 'liar', remember?" Markus was studying the scrabble board with intense concentration.
"Hm. How about 'underhanded' or 'hurtful'? I still have some u's and a's left." Lucy glanced up and her eyes narrowed as she spied Nicholas.
"Good morning. You're finally home." Lucy collected the game pieces and sorted them into the box. "Markus and I have been getting to know each other. He's very charming."
Markus blushed.
Nicholas held his hand out to Lucy and pulled her off the bench. He began to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him away.
Markus cleared his throat. "I think I'll head to work. We have a lot of orders to fill before Christmas Day. Nice to meet you, Miss Lucy. You call me if you need anything at all. And Oda is dying for you to come by and have a spot of tea."
Lucy turned to Markus and beamed. "Yes, thank you, Markus. Please tell Oda I would love to stop by later today."
Then she looked at Nicholas and scowled. "After Mr. Klaus and I have talked."
"Markus, thank you for entertaining Lucy. Could you please contact the council and schedule a time for me to meet with them? I want to get this over with as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir, of course."