Fated for Sacrifice by Claire Ashgrove

Author:Claire Ashgrove
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2012-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Wanting nothing more than to pull Reese aside and assure her, beyond any possible argument, that his family would adore her—well, except perhaps for Brigid and Taran—Dáire ushered her into the house Rhiannon shared with Mick, unable to do anything more than hope she felt his confidence in the steady pressure of his hand. He couldn’t reassure her. Not without explaining how he knew precisely what was turning her mind in circles.

And if things went as he planned, he’d be telling her everything but that soon enough. She’d have greater worries to confront. Like whether she wanted to participate in the ritual, or whether she wanted anything to do with him at all.

As Dáire shut the door behind him, Mick’s heavy footsteps entered the front hall. “Don’t you ever knock?”

Dáire smirked. He had to admit—sharing Rhi took some getting used to, but there could be worse people he had to share her with. “Not if I can help it.”

Mick grumbled, but humor shone behind his dark eyes. At least they’d finally managed to reach a point where they could stand in the same room with each other and not want to beat the other senseless.

Mick’s gaze slanted to Reese, and the homicide detective surfaced, his sharp observant eye assessing her even as she wrung her hands and gave him a heart-stopping shy smile.

“Mick, this is Reese.”

“The Reese?”

Damn it, sometimes the bond he shared with Rhiannon really sucked. Dáire nodded.

As his smile became genuinely full of warmth, Mick thrust out a hand to shake Reese’s. “If you can keep this guy out of my hair, you’re welcome here any time.”

His joke on Dáire’s expense accomplished what Dáire himself couldn’t. Reese’s nerves slid away, her shoulders straightened, and she let out a throaty laugh that made Dáire’s heart shudder. Yearning opened inside his gut, a hollow cavern that begged for her to fill it.

She pumped Mick’s hand with enthusiasm. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

“I love you already.” Mick looped his arm around Reese’s shoulder and guided her down the hall. “Come meet the family.”

“Family?” Dáire asked. He’d only observed Rhiannon and Mick’s vehicles in the drive.

“If you’d answer your phone, you’d know Isolde, Belen, and Faith are here too.”

Isolde didn’t particularly surprise Dáire. But Belen and Faith—Drandar had nearly killed them both. With their mortality and lacking their mother’s warding, both risked a great deal by making a stand against Drandar a second time.

Then again, he reminded himself, no one here knew he’d discovered the scroll. They’d probably stopped by just to celebrate the sabot.

He followed to the family room where Rhiannon jumped from her seat and launched herself across the room. Dáire caught her in a bear hug, laughing as she smacked a fist into his shoulder. “I’ve been worried sick about you!”

He twisted out of her reach just in time to avoid another fist to the shoulder. “Have you ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf, Rhi? Your cell phone works a lot like that.

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