His Enchantment by Diana Cosby

Author:Diana Cosby [Diana Cosby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance, Historical Paranormal Romance, Highlands, Highlanders, Highland Warriors, Scotland Highland, Scotland, Love Story, Fae, Fairy, Fairies, Romance
ISBN: 9781601832184
Amazon: B00DV1IT1C
Barnesnoble: B00DV1IT1C
Goodreads: 18657121
Publisher: eKensington
Published: 2012-12-31T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Show yourself!” the deep male voice repeated from the edge of the trees.

On a curse, Trálin crept beneath the brush to where the fey warriors hid as his king and queen awaited his report. Fear swept him as he reached Catarine’s side, damned that he could nae protect her, damned the words he must say. “We are gravely outnumbered.” His whispered words echoed between them like a blast of a mace.

Shards of moonlight exposed the fear in Catarine’s eyes. On a shaky breath, she angled her jaw. “We will fight.”

Unto the death. She’d nae said it, but Trálin understood. He would do the same, had pledged to protect his king when he’d sworn his oath. But she’d nae asked for this fight, and was in Scotland only to find whoever had murdered her uncle.

He scoured his mind for a way to keep her safe. “You, the king and queen, and the fey warriors slip back. I will create a diversion to allow everyone to escape.”

Anger narrowed her brow as she leaned a hand’s breath from his face. “Do you think I would leave you and—”

A stick cracked.

Trálin glanced behind him.

In the shadows, King Alexander crept closer. “What is wrong?”

Catarine cleared her throat. “Your Grace,” she whispered, “Lord Grey was cautioning me on the upcoming battle.”

“Aye,” Trálin said, irritated she gave him no quarter. “Your Grace, the odds are greatly against us.”

The king peered through the wash of leaves, muttered a curse. “’Tis a fool’s lot to dare challenge such a large force.” Surprised, Trálin glanced at the queen noting her grimace to her husband’s words. “You will cede?”

The queen moved to her husband’s side, laid a hand on the king’s arm in a supportive gesture.

“Never,” King Alexander spat. “We will fight.”

“Whoever hides within,” the knight demanded from the outer perimeter of the woods, “come out now. ’Tis your last warning!”

Sword clenched in his hand, King Alexander stood. “We will nae give up but fight!”

Wind shook the thick branches, and in the distance, Trálin caught the murmur of men’s voices.

“Why are they nae attacking?” Catarine asked.

“I am unsure,” King Alexander replied.

“Whatever they are bloody up to,” Trálin ground out, “’tis nay good.”

“King Alexander?” a knight near the edge of the woods called, his confusion evident.

“What in bloody hell?” Trálin muttered.

“State your name,” the king ordered.

“’Tis Sir Aleyn. The Earl of Torc sent us to rescue you and the queen.”

Suspicion ignited, and Trálin leaned close to the king. “Your Grace, though the Earl of Torc is a trusted ally, it might be a trap.”

“Aye,” he whispered. The king turned toward the knight. “How do I know ’tis nae a lie?”

“Your Grace, a sennight ago, a runner reached Sionnach Castle,” the knight replied. “When the Earl of Torc learned of your abduction, he sent us to rescue you.”

“If ’tis true, how have you found us so quickly?” the king asked, suspicion ripe in his voice.

“One of my men caught sight of your party in woods, Your Grace,” Sir Aleyn replied. “As ’twas

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