Janet Chapman - Pine Creek Highlander 02 by Loving The Highlander

Author:Loving The Highlander [Highlander, Loving The]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:25:43+00:00

Morgan waded to shore and fell to his knees on the sand, still clasping Mercedes tightly, finding himself unable to set her down. He knelt there for several minutes, silent tears rolling down his face. Over and over he repeated his thanks to God that his wife was alive.

Faol suddenly appeared and quietly padded up to them and nuzzled Mercedes� hair, his tongue washing the entire side of her face. Morgan didn�t send the wolf away but let the animal see for himself that Mercedes was okay.

And still Morgan couldn�t put her down.

Faol started to whine and dance from foot to foot again, turning in circles, trotting to where the pool emptied out of the cliff-surrounded grotto they were in. He barked sharply and sat down, whining as his tail thumped the edge of the stream.

�I don�t care,� Morgan said softly to the wolf. �I will find our sniper and deal with him later. Mercedes needs my attention now.�

Faol yipped again, standing and looking nervously downstream. �Go, then,� Morgan told the wolf. �Stand guard.� Without further urging, Faol whirled and shot out of the grotto, his tail disappearing

from sight in a blur. Morgan looked down at Mercedes. She was still sleeping, her eyes no longer sunken into her head, her cheeks a warm,

healthy pink. He looked around for a soft place to set her down, inching forward on his

knees just a bit before he gently laid her on a carpet of thick green moss. He straightened, brushing back the hair from her face, feeling the heat of life on her skin. He traced the shape of her cheekbone, letting his finger trail over her chin, then down the length of her throat.

He halted and stared at the empty piece of leather tied loosely around her neck. The cherrywood burl was gone. Morgan turned to look at the pool. The waterfall dropped from the cliff at the far end,

sending a cloud of mist into the air that settled over the entire grotto. The water gently rippled with floating stardust that glittered and winked in the unearthly light that scattered its rainbow through the mist.

The magic was spent, the burl destroyed. And Mercedes� life had been saved in the process. Morgan turned back to his wife, continuing his inspection with a still trembling hand,

needing to assure himself that she really was okay. His gaze went immediately to where the gaping wound had once been, but he saw only smooth, milky-white flesh that carried just the hint of a blush from her own inner heat. His hands settled around her waist, and Morgan closed his eyes with relief.

She was perfect. Flawless. Completely healed. With a sharp intake of breath, Morgan pulled back, staring at Mercedes� body. He

reached out, lifted her right hand, and turned her palm toward him.

No scars. Nothing but pink, healthy skin. He looked back at her left arm, then turned her just enough to see her back. There was no puckered skin. Nothing but flawless flesh.

Mercedes was completely healed.

Completely.

Morgan sat down on the ground and scrubbed at his face, shaking his head and grinding his palms into his eyes.

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