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darkness around them. It was a man—an enormous man—with dark hair and eyes like grey smoke that drifted at her before going back to Aidan.
Neither man said anything for a long moment. Heather’s heart pounded. A muscle in Aidan’s jaw ticked in and out. When he finally spoke, it was one harsh word.
“How?”
“This, o’ course.” With a casual movement the man reached to the nape of his neck as if to smooth his longish hair, but instead pulled a gleaming sword from, what looked to Heather, to be thin air. The sword was huge, a fitting match for the man who held the wicked point lazily in the air a few inches from Aidan’s chest.
Without thinking, Heather stepped forward, “Stay away from him!”
Both men turned to her in tandem, with expressions that flickered from surprise to amusement so identically in sync it was almost comical.
“ Cad é seo ?” The big man laughed in amazement, a rumbling chuckle that Heather was sure shook the tree she was leaning against. “Oy, Aidan! Have ye turned so delicate a lass needs to defend ye?”
Aidan punched the stranger negligently in the shoulder, though she noticed the blow was hard enough to rock the much heavier man back on his heels. Now that anger had displaced some of her panic, Heather could see Aidan was a bit taller than the enormous man, if much slimmer. Both were powerfully built. Just in very different ways. It was as if Aidan was the panther and this man the bear….
No.
Wolf.
She didn’t know why, but 'wolf' definitely fit this one. Aidan’s eyes darkened as he shot her a look. Then he shrugged, his curls silver in the moonlight.
“Ronan, Heather. Heather, Ronan. I left Abhartach less than half an hour ago, mate.”
“Aye, tha’s about when the sword turned up. Almost knocked us outta bed…though—”
“Oh hush yerself, I donna want a replay of what ye and Lacey were up to, for god’s sake. Unless ye can edit yerself out. Ye know yer bare arse has n'ver done it for me, Ronan.”
Heather straightened. Ronan. Lacey. Ronan’s Lacey . Her eyes sought Aidan’s face and he shook his head once, sharply. “There is nae time, love. Naught at all.”
“No' so, my love.” The voice that cut through the air was smooth as silk and just as slippery. There was a crackle in the night, as if invisible lightning had struck the clearing. The hair on Heather’s arms prickled.
A woman in white had appeared. Like the sword.
From thin air.
A simply gorgeous woman with a riot of flaming red curls. She was illuminated by a soft glow from head to heels, every perfect, rounded curve highlighted in the hooded silk robe she wore, which was all she wore, obviously, as the robe was translucent.
Heather slid to the ground, unmindful of the dampness of the grass seeping through her jeans.
The woman only had eyes for Aidan.
“Bav.” Aidan’s tone sounded sour to Heather’s ears, but she couldn’t be sure of anything at the moment, because she was close to fainting. Where the hell had the woman come from? “What news have ye?”
“Abhartach willna attack here, he dare no' touch the Fitzpatricks unless he wants to risk all-out war with Lugh. He is nae tha' stupid. 'Twas wise to come here, but he knows ye must leave eventually, Aidan. He has retreated to the Reeks. For a time. I’ve no idea why he thought ye’d come peacefully.”
“He never did.” Aidan’s tone was sarcastic now. “Someone told him I was there and he came. No' because he thought I would go with him, but for something else. Mayhap to feel out why I came home, mayhap to put me on edge. I donna know. Yet. He'll have something up his sleeve, though. Ye know how the sick bastard is.
"In fact…was it ye who told him where I was, Bav?” The sarcasm turned to a chill flatness that made Heather shiver.
The woman looked furious and hurt. Her green eyes blazed, and glistened. “How could you ever ? Ye know—“
“Aye, Bav, I know too well. Nothing is beyond ye, woman, ye’ve
Neither man said anything for a long moment. Heather’s heart pounded. A muscle in Aidan’s jaw ticked in and out. When he finally spoke, it was one harsh word.
“How?”
“This, o’ course.” With a casual movement the man reached to the nape of his neck as if to smooth his longish hair, but instead pulled a gleaming sword from, what looked to Heather, to be thin air. The sword was huge, a fitting match for the man who held the wicked point lazily in the air a few inches from Aidan’s chest.
Without thinking, Heather stepped forward, “Stay away from him!”
Both men turned to her in tandem, with expressions that flickered from surprise to amusement so identically in sync it was almost comical.
“ Cad é seo ?” The big man laughed in amazement, a rumbling chuckle that Heather was sure shook the tree she was leaning against. “Oy, Aidan! Have ye turned so delicate a lass needs to defend ye?”
Aidan punched the stranger negligently in the shoulder, though she noticed the blow was hard enough to rock the much heavier man back on his heels. Now that anger had displaced some of her panic, Heather could see Aidan was a bit taller than the enormous man, if much slimmer. Both were powerfully built. Just in very different ways. It was as if Aidan was the panther and this man the bear….
No.
Wolf.
She didn’t know why, but 'wolf' definitely fit this one. Aidan’s eyes darkened as he shot her a look. Then he shrugged, his curls silver in the moonlight.
“Ronan, Heather. Heather, Ronan. I left Abhartach less than half an hour ago, mate.”
“Aye, tha’s about when the sword turned up. Almost knocked us outta bed…though—”
“Oh hush yerself, I donna want a replay of what ye and Lacey were up to, for god’s sake. Unless ye can edit yerself out. Ye know yer bare arse has n'ver done it for me, Ronan.”
Heather straightened. Ronan. Lacey. Ronan’s Lacey . Her eyes sought Aidan’s face and he shook his head once, sharply. “There is nae time, love. Naught at all.”
“No' so, my love.” The voice that cut through the air was smooth as silk and just as slippery. There was a crackle in the night, as if invisible lightning had struck the clearing. The hair on Heather’s arms prickled.
A woman in white had appeared. Like the sword.
From thin air.
A simply gorgeous woman with a riot of flaming red curls. She was illuminated by a soft glow from head to heels, every perfect, rounded curve highlighted in the hooded silk robe she wore, which was all she wore, obviously, as the robe was translucent.
Heather slid to the ground, unmindful of the dampness of the grass seeping through her jeans.
The woman only had eyes for Aidan.
“Bav.” Aidan’s tone sounded sour to Heather’s ears, but she couldn’t be sure of anything at the moment, because she was close to fainting. Where the hell had the woman come from? “What news have ye?”
“Abhartach willna attack here, he dare no' touch the Fitzpatricks unless he wants to risk all-out war with Lugh. He is nae tha' stupid. 'Twas wise to come here, but he knows ye must leave eventually, Aidan. He has retreated to the Reeks. For a time. I’ve no idea why he thought ye’d come peacefully.”
“He never did.” Aidan’s tone was sarcastic now. “Someone told him I was there and he came. No' because he thought I would go with him, but for something else. Mayhap to feel out why I came home, mayhap to put me on edge. I donna know. Yet. He'll have something up his sleeve, though. Ye know how the sick bastard is.
"In fact…was it ye who told him where I was, Bav?” The sarcasm turned to a chill flatness that made Heather shiver.
The woman looked furious and hurt. Her green eyes blazed, and glistened. “How could you ever ? Ye know—“
“Aye, Bav, I know too well. Nothing is beyond ye, woman, ye’ve
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