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and blood warm but not send her hot fire racing through her. Eyes squeezed shut, she attempted to gain back the control she’d lost by the rapid heaving of her emotions. A little hot fire at a time, enough to ground her as she permitted its internal release.
“What’s happening?” Finlay crouched in front of her.
“No! Leave her be.” Isla seized his arm and pulled him back to his feet. “Finlay, you can’t touch her right now. Her cold-fire roars and could take her life. See how she shivers as if with a chill. That is the sign a fire-wielder is consumed by their cold-fire. I’ve read about it in my clan’s history books.”
Another surge of cold-fire rose and iced Arabel’s fingers and toes. She shook, her lips pinched tight together as she stood once again and faced her mate. “It is as Isla says. When emotions of grief or loss flare too strongly within me then I’m susceptible to certain dangers. Only me. You need no’ fear for your own life or those around you when my cold-fire rears.” At least her cold-fire couldn’t seep from her as the blazing heat of her hot fire could.” She nodded at Isla. “Do you hold any information on the last fire-wielder?”
“It’s said she passed away during the battle at the village on June the eleventh.” Tears filled Isla’s eyes and she leaned against Iain’s side. “At least that piece of history we can change.”
“We’ll be changing a hell of a lot more than that.” Finlay let out a fierce growl and clenched his fists. His pain and desperation to change what he couldn’t tore at her heart. This destructive path he’d embarked on had to change, and she’d ensure it, whether he wished it or not.
“Isla.” She glanced at the woman. “As one of my fae kind, you must uphold the sacred laws of our people, and as such, there is something I must ask of you, that I require of your skill.”
“Anything.”
“I cannae see a resolution to our problem. Finlay and I might be mated, but ’tis a dangerous bond to allow to take. You must compel him to forget me, his brothers too since they appear to stand as one, and if you choose no’ to, then I willnae tend to this cold-fire which still consumes me. I certainly willnae be the one to kill my mate, which would happen in only a matter of time since he is so insistent on joining and completing the bond. Killing him isnae an option.” She’d been a fool to believe she could be different from the six fire-wielders before her, that it might be possible to have it all, or to at least try and see what would happen.
“Damn it, Arabel.” Thumping his chest, Finlay glared at her. He was close, too close, but at least he wasn’t touching her. “You are not dying on the eleventh during the battle, or here this very day. Nor are you having me compelled to forget you. You are my mate, and I’ll never let you go.”
“We’ll make sure you don’t lose her, Finlay.” Kirk grasped Finlay’s arm. “We’ll keep her safe, all of us, and you too.”
“Finlay.” She desperately wished to touch him, but since this might be her only chance to ensure his safety, she had to take it. “I cannae burn you, and I have come far too close to doing so already. History has decreed our future and ’tis unchangeable. You need to accept what will be and live as your destiny has proclaimed. You are here to save my fae people in the battle, not me, the last of the fire-wielders. You cannae allow your future shifter clan to fall into extinction. That is where there is hope, not here between us.”
“I have no intention of living without you.” A fierce rumble left his chest.
Isla sobbed and tears flowed down her cheeks. “Arabel, the last thing I want to do is to take Finlay’s chosen one from him. It goes against all that I believe in. The bond is so precious.”
“So is his life, which will be very short should he remain with me. Although I must apologize. I’ve asked you to do something which is unfair. I see that
“What’s happening?” Finlay crouched in front of her.
“No! Leave her be.” Isla seized his arm and pulled him back to his feet. “Finlay, you can’t touch her right now. Her cold-fire roars and could take her life. See how she shivers as if with a chill. That is the sign a fire-wielder is consumed by their cold-fire. I’ve read about it in my clan’s history books.”
Another surge of cold-fire rose and iced Arabel’s fingers and toes. She shook, her lips pinched tight together as she stood once again and faced her mate. “It is as Isla says. When emotions of grief or loss flare too strongly within me then I’m susceptible to certain dangers. Only me. You need no’ fear for your own life or those around you when my cold-fire rears.” At least her cold-fire couldn’t seep from her as the blazing heat of her hot fire could.” She nodded at Isla. “Do you hold any information on the last fire-wielder?”
“It’s said she passed away during the battle at the village on June the eleventh.” Tears filled Isla’s eyes and she leaned against Iain’s side. “At least that piece of history we can change.”
“We’ll be changing a hell of a lot more than that.” Finlay let out a fierce growl and clenched his fists. His pain and desperation to change what he couldn’t tore at her heart. This destructive path he’d embarked on had to change, and she’d ensure it, whether he wished it or not.
“Isla.” She glanced at the woman. “As one of my fae kind, you must uphold the sacred laws of our people, and as such, there is something I must ask of you, that I require of your skill.”
“Anything.”
“I cannae see a resolution to our problem. Finlay and I might be mated, but ’tis a dangerous bond to allow to take. You must compel him to forget me, his brothers too since they appear to stand as one, and if you choose no’ to, then I willnae tend to this cold-fire which still consumes me. I certainly willnae be the one to kill my mate, which would happen in only a matter of time since he is so insistent on joining and completing the bond. Killing him isnae an option.” She’d been a fool to believe she could be different from the six fire-wielders before her, that it might be possible to have it all, or to at least try and see what would happen.
“Damn it, Arabel.” Thumping his chest, Finlay glared at her. He was close, too close, but at least he wasn’t touching her. “You are not dying on the eleventh during the battle, or here this very day. Nor are you having me compelled to forget you. You are my mate, and I’ll never let you go.”
“We’ll make sure you don’t lose her, Finlay.” Kirk grasped Finlay’s arm. “We’ll keep her safe, all of us, and you too.”
“Finlay.” She desperately wished to touch him, but since this might be her only chance to ensure his safety, she had to take it. “I cannae burn you, and I have come far too close to doing so already. History has decreed our future and ’tis unchangeable. You need to accept what will be and live as your destiny has proclaimed. You are here to save my fae people in the battle, not me, the last of the fire-wielders. You cannae allow your future shifter clan to fall into extinction. That is where there is hope, not here between us.”
“I have no intention of living without you.” A fierce rumble left his chest.
Isla sobbed and tears flowed down her cheeks. “Arabel, the last thing I want to do is to take Finlay’s chosen one from him. It goes against all that I believe in. The bond is so precious.”
“So is his life, which will be very short should he remain with me. Although I must apologize. I’ve asked you to do something which is unfair. I see that
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