Prince of Seduction: A Myths of Airren Novella by Jenny Hickman

Author:Jenny Hickman [Hickman, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Tide Publishing
Published: 2022-07-19T18:30:00+00:00

17

“Why are ye wasting the night listening to this old bollocks drone on about the past?” Ruairi called from the trees. “I thought it was the fourth of the month.”

Of all the feckin’ days for him to show—

Áine shrieked, jolted to her feet, and ran for Ruairi and Cormac.

Keelynn’s face paled.

Twin flashes lit up the night, leaving my mate and his friend in their human forms.

Ruairi’s nose lifted and eyes glowed, golden orbs searching the gathered crowd. In a blink, he’d evanesced to Keelynn’s side. “What do we have here? A pretty little human has decided to join our soiree?” he drawled. “Who invited you, pet?”

His hand reached out, but before his fingers connected with Keelynn’s hair, I was at his side, blade in hand, pressing the tip to his thick neck. “Touch her and I’ll send you to the underworld.”

“Ah . . . she’s one of yours then.” Ruairi’s hand dropped. “Pity.” He should’ve moved on except the man had a death wish, so he sat next to her. Far too close. A shift in position and he’d get his disgusting scent all over her. “What’s your name, human?”

I looked like a crazed eejit with my dagger, so I put it away. For now. “Lady Keelynn, this is Ruairi.”

“A lady. How fancy.” He sniffed her like the animal he was, getting too feckin’ close but never touching. “She doesn’t smell like a lady. But she doesn’t smell like you either,” he said with a smirk.

If Keelynn and I had been sleeping together, Ruairi would’ve been able to smell my scent mixed with hers. And he wouldn’t have dared to get within ten feet of her. An arrangement himself, Rían, and I had made centuries ago. Speaking of my brother . . . “Is anyone else coming that I should know about?”

Ruairi shook his head. “I couldn’t convince Rían to leave his hovel.”

For some unknown reason, my brother had bought a cottage in shite up the coast near Hollowshade. Heaven only knew what plans he had for the dilapidated thing. Probably some sort of torture chamber. At least this new obsession was better than what he’d done the first few months after Aveen had died.

“Who is Rían?” Keelynn asked.

Ruairi answered before I could. “Rían is Tadhg’s younger brother.”

Technically, he was my bastard half-brother, a biproduct of my father’s philandering ways. Not that I wanted to talk about either.

Keelynn gripped the edge of the stone with shaking hands. When I asked if she was all right, she glared and claimed to be fine.

“Are you sure?” I dropped to one knee. Her forehead felt cool, but her face held no color.

“I said I’m fine.” She shoved me away and stalked toward a half-full bottle of wine someone had left on a stone.

I shifted the thing before she could do something she regretted. That shite was pure alcohol. “What did I tell you about the wine?”

Ruairi stole it from me and gave it back to the wasp. “If the lady wants a drink, then I say let her drink.

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