pleasure. He was such a beautiful man, lean and strong, his warm skin smooth beneath her greedy hands. She felt the hard proof of his desire for her press against her and she ached for him. Her breasts felt full, the tips burning for his touch.
He pushed her down onto a wide, soft bed; the fine linen sheets cool against her heated flesh.
When he lowered his beautiful body down to hers, she eagerly accepted his weight. The way their bodies fit together so perfectly made her cry out her need for him. His warm, soft lips traveled over her throat, leaving a trail of delicious fire as she ran her hands over his tautly muscled back.
When the heat of his mouth touched her breasts she arched against him in silent demand.
Then, abruptly, he was gone, her arms empty. She felt as if a part of her soul had just been torn away. As she began to sit up to look for him, she was pushed back down onto the bed, but this time it was not done gently. Her wrists and ankles were suddenly tightly bound to the bedposts and fear rose up in her so swiftly and fiercely that she felt she could choke on it. The scent of a too rich perfume filled her nose and she coughed. Morainn cried for Tormand to help her, to save her from this unseen threat.
“Your lover is doomed,” whispered a soft, icy cold voice. “And so are ye, witch.”
Morainn saw a bloodstained knife held in a delicate hand and screamed.
Morainn bolted upright in her bed, startling her cats, and looked around. The sight of her own bedchamber did little to still the hard pounding of heart. This was the third time she had had the dream. It was always the same dream, but each time it became a little more detailed. Morainn was not sure she could go through it again even if it promised some much needed answers to why these poor women were being murdered or who was doing it. No matter how hard she thought over what she had seen in her Page 24
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dreams, she remained certain that they were trying to tell her something about these murders.
“But just what does Sir Tormand Murray have to do with those killings?” she wondered aloud.
She looked out her tiny window, saw that the sky was lightening with the rising of the sun, and softly cursed as she flopped back down on the bed. A small noise by the door drew her attention, making her heart leap with fear. She took a deep breath to calm herself when she saw Walin there watching her with concern. She had obviously woken him up. Again.
“Ye screamed,” he said.
“Aye, I suspicion I did,” she replied. “These visions are verra troubling ones. I think they are trying to tell me something important, each one just a little different from the one before, but I havenae grasped what the message is yet.” None except the one that told her a part of her, a very large part, craved Sir Tormand Murray for a lover. “I am sorry for waking ye, lad, but I fear I cannae promise that it willnae happen again.”
“At least this time ye have woken us near the time we must be awake anyway.”
“True enough. Go and get ready, dearling, and then we will break our fast as we plan our day.”
The moment he was gone, Morainn stared up at her ceiling. These were troubling dreams and not just because they ended with an increasing darkness. She had never had such dreams about a man. Despite the dark ending of this vision, her body still felt heavy with a need she had never felt before. Nor did she fully understand it. She had only seen the man in the flesh once. Despite how he had defended her before an angry crowd, she should not be dreaming of being naked with him. And liking it. Especially when his own friend called him a rutting fool, she thought with a sigh as she got up to wash and clean her teeth.
Two women had been brutally murdered. From what Sir William had said four days ago, Tormand Murray had kenned both women. If any other women were murdered, ones he had also
He pushed her down onto a wide, soft bed; the fine linen sheets cool against her heated flesh.
When he lowered his beautiful body down to hers, she eagerly accepted his weight. The way their bodies fit together so perfectly made her cry out her need for him. His warm, soft lips traveled over her throat, leaving a trail of delicious fire as she ran her hands over his tautly muscled back.
When the heat of his mouth touched her breasts she arched against him in silent demand.
Then, abruptly, he was gone, her arms empty. She felt as if a part of her soul had just been torn away. As she began to sit up to look for him, she was pushed back down onto the bed, but this time it was not done gently. Her wrists and ankles were suddenly tightly bound to the bedposts and fear rose up in her so swiftly and fiercely that she felt she could choke on it. The scent of a too rich perfume filled her nose and she coughed. Morainn cried for Tormand to help her, to save her from this unseen threat.
“Your lover is doomed,” whispered a soft, icy cold voice. “And so are ye, witch.”
Morainn saw a bloodstained knife held in a delicate hand and screamed.
Morainn bolted upright in her bed, startling her cats, and looked around. The sight of her own bedchamber did little to still the hard pounding of heart. This was the third time she had had the dream. It was always the same dream, but each time it became a little more detailed. Morainn was not sure she could go through it again even if it promised some much needed answers to why these poor women were being murdered or who was doing it. No matter how hard she thought over what she had seen in her Page 24
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dreams, she remained certain that they were trying to tell her something about these murders.
“But just what does Sir Tormand Murray have to do with those killings?” she wondered aloud.
She looked out her tiny window, saw that the sky was lightening with the rising of the sun, and softly cursed as she flopped back down on the bed. A small noise by the door drew her attention, making her heart leap with fear. She took a deep breath to calm herself when she saw Walin there watching her with concern. She had obviously woken him up. Again.
“Ye screamed,” he said.
“Aye, I suspicion I did,” she replied. “These visions are verra troubling ones. I think they are trying to tell me something important, each one just a little different from the one before, but I havenae grasped what the message is yet.” None except the one that told her a part of her, a very large part, craved Sir Tormand Murray for a lover. “I am sorry for waking ye, lad, but I fear I cannae promise that it willnae happen again.”
“At least this time ye have woken us near the time we must be awake anyway.”
“True enough. Go and get ready, dearling, and then we will break our fast as we plan our day.”
The moment he was gone, Morainn stared up at her ceiling. These were troubling dreams and not just because they ended with an increasing darkness. She had never had such dreams about a man. Despite the dark ending of this vision, her body still felt heavy with a need she had never felt before. Nor did she fully understand it. She had only seen the man in the flesh once. Despite how he had defended her before an angry crowd, she should not be dreaming of being naked with him. And liking it. Especially when his own friend called him a rutting fool, she thought with a sigh as she got up to wash and clean her teeth.
Two women had been brutally murdered. From what Sir William had said four days ago, Tormand Murray had kenned both women. If any other women were murdered, ones he had also
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