Oath of a Warrior (Legends of the Fenian Warriors Book 2) by Mary Morgan

Author:Mary Morgan [Morgan, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, inc
Published: 2018-06-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“The heart of the Fenian Warrior lies in his conviction to honor both—Fae and human.”

~Chronicles of the Fae

Erina slipped behind a chair, doing her best to avoid any dancing with Ranald Cameron. The man was an insufferable ass, and she refused to suffer his boring discussions any longer. When the dancing started, both she and Catherine complained of headaches. However, her friend informed everyone that there would be dancing after the next evening meal. Erina fought the scream of protest and glared daggers at the woman. Catherine was not dismayed and gave her a passing wink as she fled the hall.

By the Goddess, how she despised taking her meals with everyone, except one. Rory MacGregor. His name invoked images of his half-naked body and the kisses of fire he traced along her body. In trying to deny her feelings, Erina busied herself in the kitchens or tending to her sheep. What a foolish notion, for it did nothing to squelch a scorching need to know more about the man.

She placed a finger to her lips as she walked along the corridor near the stairs. Recalling the other places he had explored on her skin, ignited a passion so fierce, Erina found herself moving toward the front entrance of Kileburn for cooler air.

As she stole out the front door, the icy blast of air slapped at her face and for a moment, Erina regretted not retrieving her cloak. The waning moon hung gracefully in the inky black velvet sky as she made her way across the bailey and toward the stables. Stepping inside, she picked up a lantern and walked to her horse’s stall.

“There ye are, my friend.” She slipped the lantern on a peg and turned toward her horse.

Oberon snorted and drew near, and Erina held out her hand in greeting. “Forgive me for being absent these past few days.” When he refused to acknowledge her greeting, she withdrew an apple from a nearby basket.

The horse let out a soft whinny, but refused to accept her offering.

“Ye offend me. Will ye not accept my apology?” She waved the fruit in front of his nose. “I promise to take ye out tomorrow. Ye ken I dinnae make promises I cannot keep.”

“Even if there’s snow?” asked the familiar male voice behind her.

Erina’s heart fluttered as she tried to steady the apple she held. Longing for cooler air, she chided herself for running into a firestorm. “Aye, even if there is snowfall.”

Rory bent near her ear. “Then Oberon will take your gift.”

His lips grazed the soft spot below her ear, and she shuddered. He stepped to the side and leaned against the stall. Erina wanted to toss the apple onto the ground and devour the man. Instead, she turned her sight to her horse as he took hold of the fruit.

Erina could feel the heat of Rory’s gaze along her skin. “Are ye looking for a new position as stable master, instead of blacksmith?” she teased, glancing sideways at the man.

“Nae. I followed ye.

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