ye’ll share yer sweets.”
Syrena rolled her eyes, then lowered herself awkwardly onto the blue velvet settee. “Lachlan.” She patted the spot beside her. “Sit, I’ll wrench my neck if I continue to look up at you.”
Lachlan shot his brother a sour look. With an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulder, Aidan leaned against the dark-paneled wall, arms folded over his broad chest. No matter how aggravating the two men were, Evangeline couldn’t help but admire their masculine beauty. Lachlan was as fair as his brother was dark. Both were big and powerfully built, and possibly the most arrogant men she’d ever met. And that said a lot, considering she was Fae.
When Lachlan finally deigned to join Syrena on the settee, his sister-by-marriage said, “Evangeline tells me Magnus has taken Uscias. What are we going to do about it?”
“ We are no’ goin’ to be doin’ anythin’ aboot it, I am. Yer father and Morfessa,” his amber gaze passed briefly over Evangeline, “will be seein’ to the Isles in my absence. Broderick and Gabriel have offered their assistance in retrieving Uscias.”
From where she stood in front of the stone fireplace, Evangeline glanced across the room to where Fallyn sat stiffly erect between her two sisters. She wondered how her friend would feel about seeing Broderick, her ex-betrothed, again. Fallyn gave nothing away—her fine-boned features remained composed.
“Good.” Syrena patted his knee. “And with Fallyn, Shayla, Riana, and Evangeline with you—”
“Nay, I’m no’ takin’—” He released a long-suffering sigh when the three sisters came angrily off the settee across from him.
“I’m leaving!” Shayla said. With a toss of her long auburn locks, she stormed from the solar. Evangeline was surprised that was all she did. Shayla had a fiery temper and had little patience with men. From what she’d heard, the woman had suffered terribly at the hands of her husband, Dimtri. Broderick had rescued her from the king of the European Fae several years ago, but the abuse had left its mark. Riana, the youngest of the three, glared at Lachlan, then hurried after her sister.
“That’s it! This is just what we were speaking about, Syrena. He refuses to acknowledge us as warriors. We will no longer align ourselves with you, King Lachlan .” Fallyn angrily shoved a wayward chestnut curl from her flushed face.
Syrena held up a finger to stay Fallyn’s departure. “Lachlan MacLeod , you will not find warriors equal to these women. If they were men, you would be begging them to join you. You put Uscias at risk with your—”
He exchanged a look with his brother, then put up a hand to quiet Syrena’s agitated protest. “Fine. They can accompany me to the Far North.”
It was obvious to Evangeline that the only reason Lachlan agreed was to pacify Syrena, in part due to her delicate condition. One did not argue with a woman who was eight months into her confinement.
Pleased he’d finally conceded, no matter what the reason, she said, “Now that that’s been settled, have you a plan as to how we—”
His gaze jerked to her. “Ye’re no’ comin’ with me. Ye’re stayin’ to mind Aurora.”
How dare he! If not for her, he’d have no idea his wizard was even missing.
“I will not be left behind,” she said. “You need me. You need my magick. And if you are too foolish to see that, I pity Uscias and the Fae.”
With lethal grace he came to his feet and stalked toward her. Before she realized what she was doing, she’d backed into the sharp edge of the wooden mantel. She stifled a pained groan.
“I doona need ye. I doona need anyone. Remember that.” His powerful warrior’s body crowded her and she placed her palms against the straining muscles of his broad chest. She raised her gaze to his, noting his bland smile at her inability to push him away. But beneath his impassive facade, she sensed his barely restrained anger.
“Lachlan,” his brother
Syrena rolled her eyes, then lowered herself awkwardly onto the blue velvet settee. “Lachlan.” She patted the spot beside her. “Sit, I’ll wrench my neck if I continue to look up at you.”
Lachlan shot his brother a sour look. With an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulder, Aidan leaned against the dark-paneled wall, arms folded over his broad chest. No matter how aggravating the two men were, Evangeline couldn’t help but admire their masculine beauty. Lachlan was as fair as his brother was dark. Both were big and powerfully built, and possibly the most arrogant men she’d ever met. And that said a lot, considering she was Fae.
When Lachlan finally deigned to join Syrena on the settee, his sister-by-marriage said, “Evangeline tells me Magnus has taken Uscias. What are we going to do about it?”
“ We are no’ goin’ to be doin’ anythin’ aboot it, I am. Yer father and Morfessa,” his amber gaze passed briefly over Evangeline, “will be seein’ to the Isles in my absence. Broderick and Gabriel have offered their assistance in retrieving Uscias.”
From where she stood in front of the stone fireplace, Evangeline glanced across the room to where Fallyn sat stiffly erect between her two sisters. She wondered how her friend would feel about seeing Broderick, her ex-betrothed, again. Fallyn gave nothing away—her fine-boned features remained composed.
“Good.” Syrena patted his knee. “And with Fallyn, Shayla, Riana, and Evangeline with you—”
“Nay, I’m no’ takin’—” He released a long-suffering sigh when the three sisters came angrily off the settee across from him.
“I’m leaving!” Shayla said. With a toss of her long auburn locks, she stormed from the solar. Evangeline was surprised that was all she did. Shayla had a fiery temper and had little patience with men. From what she’d heard, the woman had suffered terribly at the hands of her husband, Dimtri. Broderick had rescued her from the king of the European Fae several years ago, but the abuse had left its mark. Riana, the youngest of the three, glared at Lachlan, then hurried after her sister.
“That’s it! This is just what we were speaking about, Syrena. He refuses to acknowledge us as warriors. We will no longer align ourselves with you, King Lachlan .” Fallyn angrily shoved a wayward chestnut curl from her flushed face.
Syrena held up a finger to stay Fallyn’s departure. “Lachlan MacLeod , you will not find warriors equal to these women. If they were men, you would be begging them to join you. You put Uscias at risk with your—”
He exchanged a look with his brother, then put up a hand to quiet Syrena’s agitated protest. “Fine. They can accompany me to the Far North.”
It was obvious to Evangeline that the only reason Lachlan agreed was to pacify Syrena, in part due to her delicate condition. One did not argue with a woman who was eight months into her confinement.
Pleased he’d finally conceded, no matter what the reason, she said, “Now that that’s been settled, have you a plan as to how we—”
His gaze jerked to her. “Ye’re no’ comin’ with me. Ye’re stayin’ to mind Aurora.”
How dare he! If not for her, he’d have no idea his wizard was even missing.
“I will not be left behind,” she said. “You need me. You need my magick. And if you are too foolish to see that, I pity Uscias and the Fae.”
With lethal grace he came to his feet and stalked toward her. Before she realized what she was doing, she’d backed into the sharp edge of the wooden mantel. She stifled a pained groan.
“I doona need ye. I doona need anyone. Remember that.” His powerful warrior’s body crowded her and she placed her palms against the straining muscles of his broad chest. She raised her gaze to his, noting his bland smile at her inability to push him away. But beneath his impassive facade, she sensed his barely restrained anger.
“Lachlan,” his brother
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