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it was anything to go by. Two and a half hours later when he finished his apple-pie dessert, he’d already decided to hunt down a buck and present the carcass to Viola.
As the meal went on, his stomach heaved, and he hoped he didn’t throw up. He couldn’t remember ever being so drained. He’d never reacted to a woman as badly as he did to Fleur and her sexual innuendos. If he hadn’t behaved like an ass toward Viola, he’d have slipped off to bed and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. Usually, he tossed and turned for most of the night, and at best he dozed a few hours, but something about Viola soothed the wildness rolling through his gut. Around her, he felt tranquil inside. Tonight once he’d hunted for her, he’d sleep deeper than he had in years.
A new excitement coursed through him, and he felt like a schoolboy courting his first crush. Viola made him remember he’d once been a decent man, and with her beside him, he could be that man again.
Exhilarated but weirded out that she almost made him forget Jilly, he wanted to feed Viola and help her put some flesh back on her bones. Once she’d eaten her fill, he dreamed of them flashing back to his friends to party—together. Before he could excuse himself, Fleur turned to him and licked her lips as though he were the next course.
For the first time, he understood why Jilly had rejected him. He’d waited over a century to claim her, and then he’d been so full-on aggressive that he’d pushed her away. Again, he tried to picture her face, but Viola’s midnight-blue eyes burned through his brain. He’d never felt so guilty or so damn conflicted.
He’d hurt the two women he would willingly lay down his life to protect. Jilly had run rather than accept him as her mate, and he’d shoved Viola to the floor in rage. If she ever forgave him, he’d have to tease her into mindless passion and love her until she begged him to stop. Then he’d love her some more.
Shit. I betray either her or Jilly. What a spineless specimen I am . He froze with his tankard of ale halfway to his lips. He wanted to throw back his head and howl for hurting the woman he loved. For hurting Viola.
No one had two mates, but if backed into a corner, he’d choose Viola over Jilly every time. That set yet more guilt pressing down on his shoulders, and his stomach churned so badly he felt sick. If he hadn’t a stag to hunt and his woman to provide for, he’d hit the scotch. That or go brawl with Zebadiah’s bullyboys and take them down a peg or two.
* * * *
Night fell fast this close to the River Rojo and the Impassible Mountains that marked the edge of the known world. Nightjars already called through the darkness. By the time Viola reached her home, her knee had ballooned to over twice its normal size. That was why she kept her tincture of ginger, garlic, cinnamon, and turmeric on hand. It tasted vile, but it eased her pain. A hot poultice of Selfheal and St. John’s wort wouldn’t go amiss either. After she’d dosed herself up with painkillers and poulticed the inflammation around her knee, she’d eat and tumble into bed.
She’d stopped to buy fresh meat on her way. Now she felt as though someone stuffed a boulder in her bag. Unlike most Lykae, Viola refused to eat her meat raw. She considered going to bed hungry rather than start a fire so she could cook. Anything to rest her knee.
Then she heard the crying. Inside her hut, someone sobbed as though the world was about to end. Iris? Out here. Her half sister sounded heartbroken. She let her bag drop to the floor and forced her weary body up a gear. As she approached her door, she called, “I’m home now. Try to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ll just light a candle, and I’ll be right there.”
Iris cannoned out the bedroom and hurled herself into Viola’s arms. “Thank the stars it’s you. I’ve run away, and I’m never going back to Prowlerville. Not while Fleur’s there, anyway. Say I can move in with
As the meal went on, his stomach heaved, and he hoped he didn’t throw up. He couldn’t remember ever being so drained. He’d never reacted to a woman as badly as he did to Fleur and her sexual innuendos. If he hadn’t behaved like an ass toward Viola, he’d have slipped off to bed and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. Usually, he tossed and turned for most of the night, and at best he dozed a few hours, but something about Viola soothed the wildness rolling through his gut. Around her, he felt tranquil inside. Tonight once he’d hunted for her, he’d sleep deeper than he had in years.
A new excitement coursed through him, and he felt like a schoolboy courting his first crush. Viola made him remember he’d once been a decent man, and with her beside him, he could be that man again.
Exhilarated but weirded out that she almost made him forget Jilly, he wanted to feed Viola and help her put some flesh back on her bones. Once she’d eaten her fill, he dreamed of them flashing back to his friends to party—together. Before he could excuse himself, Fleur turned to him and licked her lips as though he were the next course.
For the first time, he understood why Jilly had rejected him. He’d waited over a century to claim her, and then he’d been so full-on aggressive that he’d pushed her away. Again, he tried to picture her face, but Viola’s midnight-blue eyes burned through his brain. He’d never felt so guilty or so damn conflicted.
He’d hurt the two women he would willingly lay down his life to protect. Jilly had run rather than accept him as her mate, and he’d shoved Viola to the floor in rage. If she ever forgave him, he’d have to tease her into mindless passion and love her until she begged him to stop. Then he’d love her some more.
Shit. I betray either her or Jilly. What a spineless specimen I am . He froze with his tankard of ale halfway to his lips. He wanted to throw back his head and howl for hurting the woman he loved. For hurting Viola.
No one had two mates, but if backed into a corner, he’d choose Viola over Jilly every time. That set yet more guilt pressing down on his shoulders, and his stomach churned so badly he felt sick. If he hadn’t a stag to hunt and his woman to provide for, he’d hit the scotch. That or go brawl with Zebadiah’s bullyboys and take them down a peg or two.
* * * *
Night fell fast this close to the River Rojo and the Impassible Mountains that marked the edge of the known world. Nightjars already called through the darkness. By the time Viola reached her home, her knee had ballooned to over twice its normal size. That was why she kept her tincture of ginger, garlic, cinnamon, and turmeric on hand. It tasted vile, but it eased her pain. A hot poultice of Selfheal and St. John’s wort wouldn’t go amiss either. After she’d dosed herself up with painkillers and poulticed the inflammation around her knee, she’d eat and tumble into bed.
She’d stopped to buy fresh meat on her way. Now she felt as though someone stuffed a boulder in her bag. Unlike most Lykae, Viola refused to eat her meat raw. She considered going to bed hungry rather than start a fire so she could cook. Anything to rest her knee.
Then she heard the crying. Inside her hut, someone sobbed as though the world was about to end. Iris? Out here. Her half sister sounded heartbroken. She let her bag drop to the floor and forced her weary body up a gear. As she approached her door, she called, “I’m home now. Try to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ll just light a candle, and I’ll be right there.”
Iris cannoned out the bedroom and hurled herself into Viola’s arms. “Thank the stars it’s you. I’ve run away, and I’m never going back to Prowlerville. Not while Fleur’s there, anyway. Say I can move in with
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