Daughter of the King by Ashley York

Author:Ashley York [York, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Medieval
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Brighit hugged her knees close and stared into the fire. Why was Seigine here? What game was he playing? The air was thick, saturated from the impending rains and clogged with suspicion. The clouds overhead lumbered across the sky to block out the stars. She tightened her grip on the mantle, hoping it would warm a chill that had little to do with the cold.

“Mmm. That was quite a show.” Seigine came toward her from the darkness. “My guess is that ye have said nothing about yer dagger being buried in my brother. I am glad ye have waited until we could talk again.”

She jumped up, struggling to appear calm. “I did not murder him. I was defending myself.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Is that what ye will claim?”

“’Tis the truth and well ye know it.”

He shook his head, his lips compressing as if considering a great dilemma. “A wild lad taking on a seasoned warrior twice his size? Who would believe such a tale? Certainly ye snuck up on him.” He quirked a brow, and her body tightened with outrage. She would have liked to slap that smug look right off his face.

“Ye will lie outright and say it was a sneak attack?” She guffawed. “No one would believe that of me.”

Seigine did not answer. He simply watched her—his stare so long and intense, fear tingled down her spine. “Well?”

“Ye are most desirable when ye are defiant.”

That was not the answer she had expected. When he moved closer to her, she instinctively backed away.

“Is this the game ye will play, little one?”

“Ye are a horse’s arse.” She threw the words at him without thinking through what he might do, but he moved swiftly for such a large man, twisting her arm up behind her, the pain excruciating.

Through tight lips, he asked, “Did ye learn nothing from yer encounter with my brother?”

Brighit tried to maintain the space between their bodies, but he roughly yanked her closer, painfully flattening her breasts against him.

“I am not a man to be taunted.” His gaze roamed over her face before landing on her lips. “Kiss me.”

“I will not.”

With the slightest movement, he bent her arm further up. White-hot pain shot through her upper body while his lips moved ever closer. Demanding. She closed her eyes to block him out. He jerked her forward, crushing her lips to his. Then he released her just as quickly, and the pain was gone. She caught herself before she fell, gingerly testing her shoulder and arm for damage. When he turned away, she wiped the feel of him from her lips.

“Am I not as pleasing to ye as yer new husband?”

“Ye don’t please me at all.”

“And ye did not seem so very pleasing to yer husband since he did not see to yer…obvious needs.” He glanced at her, then laughed as if he saw something in her expression.

Her face heated. She hated to think Seigine had seen her and Darragh together. She’d been so lost in her husband’s kisses, and then he’d warmed her heart by giving her his own blade.

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