Dark Alpha's Caress by Donna Grant

Author:Donna Grant [Grant, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942017622
Publisher: DL Grant, LLC
Published: 2020-11-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Cathal couldn’t believe that Sorcha had asked for his advice. He was so shocked, he could only stand there.

“Well, look at that,” Aisling said in a low voice so that only he could hear.

There was a smile in her quip, but he ignored it. He couldn’t take his eyes off Sorcha. No one had ever put their lives in his hands before. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. If he messed up even the tiniest bit, it could mean her life. The responsibility was debilitating.

Why it had been okay when he was guarding her before, he wasn’t sure. Something about her saying the words altered…everything. He couldn’t tell her that, though. Instead, he began to think of anything that could keep her from being attacked by Fae hell-bent on forcing themselves on her.

“Cathal?”

Fek. Even the sound of his name on her lips with her slight Scottish brogue was enough to make his balls tighten. He was in way over his head. He’d probably been that way from the very beginning, but he’d been too enamored by her to realize it. But now that it was before him as huge as the moon with bright red blinking lights, he couldn’t forget it.

“He’s thinking,” Aisling said for him.

Cathal swallowed, or at least he attempted to. There was no moisture in his mouth. It was as dry as the Sahara. They needed reinforcements. All of the Reapers needed to be here. But would that even be enough? He needed to get Erith and Cael here, as well.

He suddenly grunted as a small, narrow elbow jabbed him in the ribs. He glanced over to see Aisling giving him a look filled with daggers. Cathal blinked, then looked at Sorcha to find the Halfling giving him a worried look. Fek, but he had to get his shite together. And quickly.

“I don’t think leaving is a possibility,” he said. “This place has kept the Fae out. They’ve yet to cross onto your property, and all we can do is hope that holds out until it’s time for the ritual.”

Sorcha tucked a piece of hair behind her right ear. “And if it doesn’t?”

“Then we kick some arse,” Aisling said with a wide grin.

Cathal shot her an annoyed look and directed his attention back to Sorcha. “Then we’ll take you someplace safe.”

“Why not do that now?” Sorcha asked. “I don’t want to do the ritual. I told you already. I don’t want anything to do with magic.”

Aisling released a loud, drawn-out sigh. “Look, Sorcha, I’m going to tell you like it is. Sure, you’ve been lucky, and no Fae have come before now. Let’s say you don’t do the ritual this year. What are you going to do when the Fae return next year? Or the year after that? How long do you think you can go before they find you and get what they want? We won’t always be around to save your arse.”

“I’m not asking you to do it now,” the Halfling retorted.

Instead of getting angry, Aisling smiled.

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