Miles Cross by Cochran Rachelle

Author:Cochran, Rachelle [Cochran, Rachelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: fantasy, M/M romance
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Published: 2013-02-19T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Ciarán spent the next few days attempting to keep his pact with Leannán—to live as if there were no tiend hanging over their heads and live for each day they were given. He was mostly successful when he was with Leannán, but even in those moments, doubts and desperation would seep into his thoughts. Leannán was able to come to his room each night. Each day, Queen Gráinne allowed him to eat with Ciarán, Cáel, and Sorcha, but Ciarán's unease grew with the ever-present knowledge that the end was coming. His unease was exacerbated because he didn't know precisely when the end actually was.

Ciarán thought of this as he lay in bed one morning. He burrowed into the pillow and smiled when he smelled traces of Leannán's scent still on the pillow. He didn't linger, though, for he was still naked from their activities the night before and he knew that someone, Cáel mostly likely, would be there soon to rouse him and take him to his chore. It was washing day, so at least that worry was absent this day.

Ciarán had just fastened his breeches when the door opened and Cáel slipped in, graceful as always. His wings were extended further than usual, which captivated Ciarán, until he realized they were quivering. It was unusual enough that he started feeling concerned, which only grew when he looked at Cáel's face. "You look pale," Ciarán commented. "Paler than usual, that is. Is something wrong?"

Cáel smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

Ciarán continued to gaze at him until he flushed and looked down. "It's nothing, Ciarán. Come, you must get to work." Cáel turned and opened the door. Ciarán gathered up his clothing to be washed and followed him, a frown on his face. He didn't believe Cáel and had the feeling that whatever Cáel was worried about would affect him in some way. Cáel disappeared before Ciarán even closed the door to the garderobe.

Ciarán fretted the entire time he worked. His anxiety increased when he walked into the Hall and found Leannán absent. He was further concerned that Cáel and Sorcha were also missing.

His heart was pounding, his mind overwhelmed with worry, but he ate slowly, waiting for one of them, any of them, to make an appearance, but none did. It was with a very heavy heart that he made his way back to his room.

The next morning, when Cáel made his appearance, Ciarán was up and dressed, in spite of spending most of the night worrying as sleep had almost entirely eluded him. Cáel stepped in the room and leaned back against the door as soon as it shut behind him.

Ciarán launched himself at Cáel, noting even as he did so that he looked worn out and disheveled, and trapped him against the door with a hand on either side of his head. "What is going on? I know there is something. Has it happened, Cáel? Have they killed him already?" He held his eyes open wide in an effort to stop the tears in them from falling.

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