confusion growing by the moment. He began to pace. “This doesna make sense.”
Every time he tried to think of the day before, his head began to pound. He gripped his head between his hands.
“That’s the spell keeping you from remembering,” Aimery said.
This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Keiran had waited too long to return home to discover he had failed. He dropped his hands and turned to Aimery. “How am I able to step through the gates? If my mate isna with me, why is Drahcir still here?”
Aimery sighed, a look of utter sadness reflected in his swirling blue eyes. “Your mate ended the curse, releasing you and all future Sinclairs from it.”
Keiran’s knees threatened to buckle as Aimery’s words penetrated his mind. He felt as if someone had just kicked him in the bollocks. A flash of a woman’s beautiful smile rushed through his brain. He closed his eyes as he saw another image, this one of long curls of honey gold wrapped around his fingers.
“Keiran .”
Her voice was soft and sweet as wine, her hands tender as they caressed his back before she urged him over her.
And then he knew.
By the gods!
“Senga.”
Keiran fell to his knees, threw back his head, and bellowed. A pain so intense, so violent ripped through him that he thought his abdomen had been ripped apart. He put his hand on his chest and closed his eyes as the ache tore through him, a vast hole of nothingness that consumed him.
“Keiran, your arm,” Lucian said from beside him.
He glanced to find the tattoo was once again visible. Where was Senga, and who had done this to him? Senga had ended the curse, but that no longer mattered. He’d walk the entire breadth and width of the Earth five times over if it meant he could hold her in his arms again.
“Aimery?” he asked, his jaw clenched as rage filled him.
The Fae held up a hand. “Before you demand revenge, understand what your mate did.”
“I do,” Keiran said. All too well . “Where is Senga?”
Aimery closed his eyes, his body suddenly stiff. “Saynarra. Show yourself.”
Almost instantly there was a flash of light and another Fae, this one a stunning female, appeared. She glanced at Aimery, but her attention remained on Keiran.
“How does it feel?” she asked Keiran, her smile one of gloating. “Do you enjoy knowing you will have to live your life without the one you love? Had Aimery not interfered, you would’ve married in a few years to a nice Drahcir girl and had many babies.”
“I. Want. Senga,” Keiran ground out as he climbed to his feet. His hands itched to wrap around the Fae’s neck and squeeze the life from her.
Saynarra shrugged a slim shoulder. “She made a deal. It cannot be broken, nor will I relinquish her unless you’d like the curse to once more enthrall Drahcir.”
Keiran could no more do that than he could forget Senga.
“You forget something, Saynarra,” Aimery said. “The deal you made with Senga is broken.”
The Fae woman rolled her eyes. “Nothing could break that pact.”
“You went back your word to Senga,” Aimery continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “You swore to her that Keiran would never remember a single thing about her.”
Keiran clenched his hands into fists. “I remember everything about my mate.”
Saynarra’s swirling blue eyes moved from Keiran to Aimery and back again. “You did this, Aimery!”
“You’ve had your revenge,” the Fae commander said. “For centuries you put the Sinclairs and their mates in danger. Senga willingly gave her life for the curse to be broken. Lift your spell over Senga.”
“Never!”
Keiran could hear the murmurs of his people, but it was the sound of his brothers pulling their blades from their scabbards that had him reaching for his own sword. Humans couldn’t win a battle with a Fae, but the Sinclairs weren’t going to stand idly by while
Every time he tried to think of the day before, his head began to pound. He gripped his head between his hands.
“That’s the spell keeping you from remembering,” Aimery said.
This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Keiran had waited too long to return home to discover he had failed. He dropped his hands and turned to Aimery. “How am I able to step through the gates? If my mate isna with me, why is Drahcir still here?”
Aimery sighed, a look of utter sadness reflected in his swirling blue eyes. “Your mate ended the curse, releasing you and all future Sinclairs from it.”
Keiran’s knees threatened to buckle as Aimery’s words penetrated his mind. He felt as if someone had just kicked him in the bollocks. A flash of a woman’s beautiful smile rushed through his brain. He closed his eyes as he saw another image, this one of long curls of honey gold wrapped around his fingers.
“Keiran .”
Her voice was soft and sweet as wine, her hands tender as they caressed his back before she urged him over her.
And then he knew.
By the gods!
“Senga.”
Keiran fell to his knees, threw back his head, and bellowed. A pain so intense, so violent ripped through him that he thought his abdomen had been ripped apart. He put his hand on his chest and closed his eyes as the ache tore through him, a vast hole of nothingness that consumed him.
“Keiran, your arm,” Lucian said from beside him.
He glanced to find the tattoo was once again visible. Where was Senga, and who had done this to him? Senga had ended the curse, but that no longer mattered. He’d walk the entire breadth and width of the Earth five times over if it meant he could hold her in his arms again.
“Aimery?” he asked, his jaw clenched as rage filled him.
The Fae held up a hand. “Before you demand revenge, understand what your mate did.”
“I do,” Keiran said. All too well . “Where is Senga?”
Aimery closed his eyes, his body suddenly stiff. “Saynarra. Show yourself.”
Almost instantly there was a flash of light and another Fae, this one a stunning female, appeared. She glanced at Aimery, but her attention remained on Keiran.
“How does it feel?” she asked Keiran, her smile one of gloating. “Do you enjoy knowing you will have to live your life without the one you love? Had Aimery not interfered, you would’ve married in a few years to a nice Drahcir girl and had many babies.”
“I. Want. Senga,” Keiran ground out as he climbed to his feet. His hands itched to wrap around the Fae’s neck and squeeze the life from her.
Saynarra shrugged a slim shoulder. “She made a deal. It cannot be broken, nor will I relinquish her unless you’d like the curse to once more enthrall Drahcir.”
Keiran could no more do that than he could forget Senga.
“You forget something, Saynarra,” Aimery said. “The deal you made with Senga is broken.”
The Fae woman rolled her eyes. “Nothing could break that pact.”
“You went back your word to Senga,” Aimery continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “You swore to her that Keiran would never remember a single thing about her.”
Keiran clenched his hands into fists. “I remember everything about my mate.”
Saynarra’s swirling blue eyes moved from Keiran to Aimery and back again. “You did this, Aimery!”
“You’ve had your revenge,” the Fae commander said. “For centuries you put the Sinclairs and their mates in danger. Senga willingly gave her life for the curse to be broken. Lift your spell over Senga.”
“Never!”
Keiran could hear the murmurs of his people, but it was the sound of his brothers pulling their blades from their scabbards that had him reaching for his own sword. Humans couldn’t win a battle with a Fae, but the Sinclairs weren’t going to stand idly by while
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