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her red lips. He’d seen her in here before. The other—he didn’t recognize her—looked ready to faint. He took them both upstairs. Something he’d never done before. Two women at once. Bollocks. He’d only had a couple of women in all. The Council didn’t want the warriors consorting , as they called it. It was against the rules. The warriors needed to focus on destroying demons instead. He was tired of demons, and he was tired of rules.
    The boldest lass showed him to a room. “I don’t think I can do this, Maggie,” the timid girl said, staring at Faelan with wide e yes.
    “Are ye daft? Do ye know who this is?” she asked, as if he couldn’t hear. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do just what he wants.” She put a hand underneath his kilt, running her fingers along his thigh. She smiled. “And we might even have a bit of fun.” Maggie pulled him toward the bed. He tripped and fell back, his head as unsteady as his feet. Maggie lifted his kilt. “You see that, Jocelyn? We’re gonna have a fine time.”
    Jocely n paled and ran from the room.
    “Never mind her. It’s her first day. She’s not been with a man yet. Mayb e it’s best it’s someone not so... ” Maggie chuckled and waved her hand at his groin. “Healthy.” She lifted her skirt and climbed on top of him. “And that means there’s more for me.” Her red lips curved, and then started to change. Demon! Before he could throw her off him, he saw the familiar dark hair and haunting green eyes. Not a demon. Ju st his dream lass haunting him.
    “Leave me alone,” he shouted.
    Maggie jumped off hi m, still holding up her skirts.
    “I don’t know you,” he said to the image. “Leave me alone.”
    “Why it’s me, Maggie. You asked me to come up.”
    Faelan blinked and the ghostly face disappeared. Maggie peered at him as if he were daft. He closed his eyes. “Come here, Maggie. Help me get this ghost out of my head.”
    When he woke next, it was to another familiar image. This one dark-haired as well, but the eyes weren’t g reen. They were dark and angry.
    “What the bloody hell have you done?” Tavis jerked the covers back, letting the cold air rush over Faelan’s naked body. “Ma’s sick with worry. The whole clan’s looking for you.”
    “I don’t know... ” His tong ue was too thick for his mouth.
    “Get up.”
    Faelan tried to get up bu t his legs weren’t cooperating.
    “How much did you drink?”
    “I don’t remember.” He stood up and saw his kilt on the floor on top of his shirt. One boot was at the end of the bed. The other was by the door. “Where’s... ” What was her name? “Maggie?”
    “She’s downstairs.”
    “Did I... ”
    “How should I know? You’re naked aren’t you?”
    He looked down at himself, wondering what he’d done. Hoping he hadn’t done anything. “She was here.”
    Tavis shoved Faelan’s shirt at him. “Who?”
    “Her. The lass.”
    “There’s lots of lasses here. I can’t believe you came upstairs with one,” he muttered, slapping Faelan with his kilt.
    “The one from my dream. She was here.”
    Tavis frowned. “You mean she’s a whore?”
    He didn’t know where it came from; frustration, grief, or maybe because his head was still soggy with drink from which he didn’t normally partake. But he swung his fist and caught Tavis in the jaw.
    Tavis drew back his own fist, then stopped and rubbed his jaw instead. “What the hell was that for?”
    “She’s not a whore.”
    “Then what was she doing here?”
    “She wasn’t here.”
    “You just said she was.”
    “I saw her face... ” Faelan sat back on the bed, kilt in hand.
    “Who is she?”
    Faelan shook his head. “I don’t know.”
    “You’ve been dreaming of her for years. How can you not know?”
    “I’ve never met her. She’s just always there in my head.”
    Tavis’ eyebrows rose. “Blimey. Did you dream of her here? Bet Maggie didn’t like that.” He helped Faelan dress and put on