Celtic Spirit (Celtic Storm Series Book 4) by Ria Cantrell

Author:Ria Cantrell [Cantrell, Ria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2014-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

~ She was dreaming of him. She wanted to forget about him, at least during sleep, but he was there, sitting quietly in the corner by the fire. The light from the flames danced in his blue-green eyes. The shadows made the color of his eyes look like a wintery sea, but the amber flames lit the irises eerily. It caused him to look every bit of an otherworldly presence. Somehow, despite knowing that, Kiera was not afraid. She was drawn to him like a hummingbird to nectar and she came to stand before him.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Aye, lass. For if ye’ were not, ye’ would have scorned me again with that sharp tongue of yers.”

“Well, if I am dreaming, how can you reason with me?”

Raising an eyebrow, Derek answered, “I know not, lass. It is yer’ dream after all.”

“Since I am dreaming, can I touch you here in this world?”

“I would think so, lass. It is said in dreams the Spirits walk as solid as any man. Come,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

“I don’t want you here. I cannot condone the things you have done.”

He sighed sadly and said, “I know, but that which I have done is long past. I am not that man anymore, Kiera.”

She felt a chill tingle down her spine as he said her name. She was certain that somehow, the way he said it, was unlike any other. It made her resolve crumble like dried out clay. He was still holding out his hand and he stood, towering to his full height before her. He said, “What do I need to do to convince ye’ that I am no longer the monster ye’ wish me to be?”

Kiera’s mouth went dry. She did wish he was the monster of her conjuring, because then it was easier to not want him. She looked at him and saw she may have made the wrong wish. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Kiera did not know how to answer him. She only knew that she needed to touch him and if she could in this dream, she would allow herself that ethereal fantasy if only for one night. She realized in her dream-state that she had been drawn to him long before meeting him…in those other dreams that had come before. Tonight Kiera would allow the magic that took place between night and day to break the ties that kept them apart during the time when she was awake.

The breadth of his shoulders belied his strength in life. He must have been a force to be reckoned with. It felt like rocks were somehow lodged in her throat. This made the simple act of swallowing difficult. She could not think about the offenses of his past. Not now. He was what he was. Kiera could not change his past. She could only change his destiny.

Still, the way he looked at her, like he was consumed by her and not the other way around, tugged at her conscience.

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