Celtic Bride by Margo Maguire

Author:Margo Maguire [Maguire, Margo]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Love Story, Romance
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-14T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Keelin was glad for once, that Uncle Tiarnan could not see her. She knew her lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed with the passion she and Marcus had shared in the mews. She doubted Tiarnan would approve of any sort of liaison with Marcus, and did not want him to see how foolish she had been.

She had no future here at Wrexton, and well she knew it. She raised a hand to her breast, where Marcus’s leather cord lay nestled between her breasts, and acknowledged for the first time that she did wish it otherwise. But soon the twisted slip of cord would be all that she’d have to remember him.

“Keely lass?” Tiarnan said.

“Aye, Uncle,” she replied, “’tis me.” She hardly recognized her own voice, laced as it was with the tears she struggled so diligently to hold back. No doubt Tiarnan would hear the difference.

“What ails ye, lass?” Tiarnan asked.

“Oh, ’tis nothin’,” Keelin replied. Now that she knew Marcus had Ga Buidhe an Lamhaigh, all should be well. She fought tears as she looked over at Adam, lying pale and weak in his bed. “How are ye, Adam?” she asked.

“Better, Keelin,” Adam replied. “Uncle Tiarnan has been telling me all about Kerry and Carraun…Carrauntoohil. Is it really as magical a place as he says?”

“Ach, aye, lad,” she said, smiling tearfully as she sat on the bed next to him. She took one of his hands in hers. “Every wee bit of it.”

“Might I go there someday?”

“’Tis a long and arduous journey,” Keelin said. “Not a voyage to be taken on a whim.”

“Will you ever go back?” Adam asked.

Keelin nodded. “Aye,” she said quietly. “I must. My people need me.”

“Why?” Adam asked. “You’ve been away a long time. Can they not do without you awhile longer?”

Can they not, indeed? Keelin thought, then quickly corrected her thinking. The O’Sheas needed her now during these troubled times.

With Cormac’s death, they would be feeling vulnerable and lost, especially without Ga Buidhe an Lamhaigh. The spear had seen Clann Ui Sheaghda through the worst of times across untold ages, even before Saint Patrick, when the Tuatha De Danaan still trod upon on Irish soil.

Keelin forced a smile onto her lips. “Ye know I wouldn’t dream of leavin’ until you’re fully well again.”

“You won’t?” he said in a sad tone, with a wee bit of wariness to it.

“Nay, Adam. I promise I’ll be here with ye until you’re able to be up and about.”

The promise seemed to placate the lad, and he relaxed enough to doze. Keelin knew it meant she’d have to stay on at Wrexton a good week or more, too many days of trying to avoid Marcus.

’Twas something her heart did not want her to do.

She sat near the lad and wondered about the spear. What had kept her from sensing its presence earlier? As soon as she’d come into the keep, she’d felt its presence again, and would have been able to locate it even if she’d not known that Marcus had it hidden somewhere.

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