Guarded: By the Hell Hound (The North Shore Fae Book 2) by A.S. Green

Author:A.S. Green [Green, A.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Collinwood Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

ROWAN

The rest of the day was spent with paper and pen as the MacConalls settled on holding the council at a faerie ring in some neutral middle ground near Isabella. Aiden researched the names and phone numbers of all the clan leaders along the North Shore and into the Boundary Waters area of northern Minnesota. As quickly as he’d come up with a number, Cormac would make the call, starting with the hounds, then moving on to the other races, convincing the leaders to notify their family groups with the hopes that the majority of them would respond.

Rowan was still giving Declan a wide berth. She was still angry with him for putting them both at risk, but her temper was fading. The fact they were putting together a plan helped immensely.

When Cormac asked if she wanted to contact the seelie clan in Ely herself, she was tempted. Ultimately, she politely declined. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help, but the seelies were not used to a female taking the lead. She worried she’d do more harm than good. The MacConalls seemed to understand without her explaining, even if Meghan seemed disappointed in her.

Later in the day, she quietly packed her suitcase and moved it out to the upstairs hallway. Now she, Declan, and Meghan were in the game room, working on the requisite offerings that would have to be made if there was any chance of the council meeting ending peacefully.

“I don’t understand,” Meghan said as Declan scorched a dozen hazel twigs in the fireplace.

“No one does,” Rowan said. “At least not anymore, but we’ll show you.”

Declan waved the bundle of sticks around to cool it down, then he handed it to Rowan. He stood close and whispered in her ear, “I need to talk to ye.”

She shivered as the warmth of his breath hit her neck. “We’re good.”

“We’re not good,” he said, and she nodded.

Ever since his family arrived, she’d felt his apology in every look, every not-so-accidental brush of his hand. They did need to talk, but Meghan was always right there.

Declan went to the fireplace to collect the bowl of ash they would need. His hand grazed across Rowan’s ass as he passed, his touch sending a zing of electricity down her legs and leaving her unsteady.

Meghan frowned as she watched Declan fill the bowl, and Rowan distracted herself from the lingering tingles by giving Meghan a lesson on fae council history.

“I’ve only read about the council offerings,” Rowan admitted. “Originally they were intended as a way to win Danu’s favor, but I think now it’s done merely for tradition. Either way, everyone who wishes to speak at the meeting must throw an offering into the fire.”

Rowan showed Meghan how to bundle three twigs with a piece of twine, making a complicated braiding pattern. Once it was done, she slipped the bundle into a linen pouch, filled it with the ash Declan brought back from the fireplace, then tied it all up with another piece of twine.

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