The Clear Cold Light of Morning by Megan Hart

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Perion Marrett's love fulfilled a prophecy and made Mason de Cimmerian the greatest magicreator in the land, but the high magic nearly tore him apart. Now only the love that granted him the power can keep him from succumbing to the thrall's deadly beauty. Perion's willing to give him all she has...But will it be enough?

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"Your hair is so beautiful."

He grunted, half-asleep. "Men are not beautiful."

"Handsome then." I ran some strands of it over my fingers. "So thick and so fine. I love to touch it."

He gave another grunt, but this one sounded more pleased. I rinsed his hair until 'twas clean of soap. Then I pushed him back to relax against the tub while I rinsed the cloth and got more fresh water from the sink.

When I turned back to face him, the smile faded from my lips. Something was different. His eyelids fluttered while his hands had fallen, limp, into the water. His mouth was parted.

"I can hear the water singing," he whispered.

I grabbed his shoulders so violently his arms banged the side of the tub. Water splashed out, soaking me. I shook him.

"Mason, nay!"

His eyes opened, but they were again fuzzy with faraway sights. "I can smell your laughter."

"I'm not laughing!"

He blinked, hard, and shook himself. He frowned. "Perion, 'tis starting again."

"Nay. I won't let it."

"You can't stop it."

"I can. And I will."

I would not let him give in to the thrall. I would not! I bent to press my mouth to his and was overjoyed when he returned the kiss.