Catherine Coulter - Wizards Daughter

He kissed her ear. "I appreciate that she has remained her malignant self, no change in her at all. Otherwise I might have to like her. Richard now, I begin to believe he and I will rub together very well. That makes me wonder if he will influence Aubrey in my favor."

"So long as Lancelot and Miranda remain nasty, I'll be content." She laughed and held him tight. "All right, I am a princess, a foreign princess. What do you think of that?"

He held her away from him a bit and looked into her eyes. "I'm thinking my foreign princess would enjoy visiting Macau. Actually, Lee Po suggested it. He allowed that you would take the population by storm."

She fell silent. "Do you think you could teach me Portuguese by the time we arrive?"

"Oh, yes, and Lee Po has already offered to teach you Mandarin Chinese." He began kissing her, then stopped suddenly, stepped back. "You should have told me your father knew you were alive and coming back."

"Would you have believed me?"

"No. Yes." He cursed, plowed his fingers through his hair. "Probably, dammit."

"Kiss me, Nicholas. We are magic, accept it."

He muttered under his breath, but not under enough. "A witch, my foreign wife is a damned witch."

She laughed, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered against his neck, "And you, my lord, are a damned wizard."

As he nuzzled her neck, Nicholas thought of one of the statues he'd seen, nearly covered with a wildly blooming red bougainvillea. It wasn't very large, but it was extraordinarily lifelike-a shining marble statue of a dragon with glittering eyes and scales that l o oked sharp enough to prick a finger.

The dragon's snout reminded him of Clandus.