Shadow's Pleasure: The Shadow Warder Series, Book Two (A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance Series) by McGregor Molle

Author:McGregor, Molle [McGregor, Molle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, steamy paranormal romance, psychic romance, urban fantasy romance, demons, magical romance, psychic, paranormal romance series
Publisher: Ginger Quill Press
Published: 2015-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sorcha bent over Aiden’s naked torso, her fingers hovering a millimeter above the burned flesh, repairing his injuries with painstaking precision. If he’d had a broken leg, or a cut like Kiernan’s, she wouldn’t have been capable of this level of healing. Somehow, her affinity with fire led her to an understanding of not just how to burn, but the nature of the burn itself. It took time and attention, but inch by square inch, smooth, pink skin replaced the ravaged burns.

The smell of Italian food drifted through the loft. She was starving. Healing used up her energy at a faster rate than creating fire. She didn’t know why. Maybe because the fire felt like a part of her, while the healing was a trained skill. Whatever the reason, Sorcha thought she could eat a whole lasagna herself.

Kiernan had the food delivered instead of picking it up. Not only was he unwilling to leave her alone with Aiden, he hadn’t moved more than ten feet away from her aside from accepting the food delivery and putting it in the oven to keep warm. He hovered, watching Aiden like a hawk. It was weird. She could have sworn he’d shifted to a careful trust of the Sicarius. Did he think Aiden was going to attack? Sorcha had the funny feeling it was simply that Kiernan didn’t want Aiden so close to her. Oddly, she didn’t want Aiden this close either. And not because she was afraid or thought his presence might upset her empathy.

As intimate as the healing connection was, she could read that he had no immediate plan to attack them again. And touching him, even the hand squeeze as they were putting him in the car, wasn’t bothering her at all. No, the really weird thing was, she just wasn’t comfortable being so close to a male who wasn’t Kiernan. Sorcha didn’t know why that should be. They were partners. Who were fooling around. They hadn’t even had sex yet. But touching Aiden felt wrong.

Too bad. She’d done the damage, she had to clean it up.

Fifteen minutes later, Aiden’s torso showed only a well-defined chest, six-pack abs, and a line of dark hair leading to the snap of his jeans. A worn t-shirt smacked into his face.

“Here,” Kiernan said. “Put this on.”

Aiden pulled the shirt over his head and stood, heading to the bar in Kiernan’s kitchen. Pulling up a stool, he said, “Got a beer?”

Kiernan handed him one and turned to get their food from the oven. Sorcha busied herself pulling out paper plates and plastic utensils from the take-out bag. By the time Aiden had his beer open, Kiernan was sliding food in front of him. Sorcha reached for her own plate gratefully, her mouth watering in a flood. Her gnawing stomach felt like she hadn’t eaten in months. She dug in, the flavor of tomato sauce and cheese so good it brought tears to her eyes.

Sorcha’s plate was scraped clean before she looked up at the two men in the kitchen with her.

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