she smelled the strong scent of herbs, the fragrance filled her nose and clouded her senses.
Then the world went black.
Chapter 6
Rowan woke up staring at a summer sky. Was she outside or was that the ceiling? It was a ceiling. She was in a big, soft bed. Ro sat up and heard a small thump and skitter across the wood floor. The door was cracked open and she could hear murmuring on the other side of it. A shout and gruff had her sitting up, startled. Ouch, her head was pounding. What the hell happened?
Devlin knocked on the door and poked his head in. “May I come in, lass?”
He stepped inside, carrying a tray with tea, water, a sandwich, apple slices, and something with chocolate drizzle. Following behind him was a big, orange, what the hell was it, a fox? Yup, it was a confirmed fox as the animal jumped into the bed with her and promptly settled at her feet, tail curling around his body and over his face.
“He likes you.” Devlin smiled, laying the tray down on the small bedside table.
Rowan was confused. Last thing she remembered, she was running for her life from a snarling mad man. Now, she’s all snuggled up in a four poster bed, pet fox at her feet and getting room service. She’s had some strange days, but this one’s at the top.
“What happened?” she asked. Ro felt sick to her stomach and the apple slices rang in her head as a good thing to try and eat. Her body felt weak and her head groggy.
“Twas a spell, lass. Forgive me, I had to get ye calm enough to escort ye back to the house. ‘Tis no longer safe for ye to be alone and Adam was in no place to calm ye himself.” He looked sincere and guilty while he said it.
A spell. That was not the answer she was expecting, but one she could accept. Ro had an open mind and spells were something she always marveled at when reading books. She’ll be the first to admit she wished she knew how to cast some herself. Glancing over, Ro saw her knife resting on the bedside table. At least they’d not taken it from her. She breathed in a couple steadying breaths and reached for a piece of the apple. Ro took a small bite of the juicy red slice. Crunchy and sweet, it was one of her favorite fruits. Then she took a good look at the fox all nuzzled up against her.
“Can I pet him?”
With a nod from Devlin, Rowan reached over slowly and stroked the fox’s head. His fur was soft and coarse all at the same time. Thick and plush, she gave him a good long scratch at the head and then went “boop” on his nose. She laughed a little and then offered him a slice of apple.
“Och, he’ll be a spoiled baby after this. There’ll be no end to his begging.” Devlin smiled at the scene in the bed. He was touched by her tenderness with the wee beastie.
Rowan returned his smiled with one of her own, and then popped another slice into her mouth. “Begging isn’t always a bad thing.”
Their eyes locked and his breath caught. Blood surged to his cock like it was the only vessel left in his body. A tingling sensation crawled its way up his thighs and his balls all but ached. This woman was something the likes of which he’d never seen before. Resilient, kind, and strong, the lass was beautiful. And wicked. On a growl, he quickly got up and excused himself, leaving her and the fox to finish the forbidden fruit alone.
Boy, what was that about? Rowan blushed at her boldness of what she’d said, but it couldn’t be taken back now. She seemed to have zero filtering when it came to that guy. He was all big and serious, and she wanted to break down those walls and get inside his head… and his bed. Shaking the thought from her mind, Rowan realized she was actually starving. She shared the rest of her apple and part of her sandwich with the fox, but kept the chocolate dessert for herself. Rowan wasn’t sure if the same chocolate rule applied to foxes as it did to dogs, but she didn’t want to risk it.
Then the world went black.
Chapter 6
Rowan woke up staring at a summer sky. Was she outside or was that the ceiling? It was a ceiling. She was in a big, soft bed. Ro sat up and heard a small thump and skitter across the wood floor. The door was cracked open and she could hear murmuring on the other side of it. A shout and gruff had her sitting up, startled. Ouch, her head was pounding. What the hell happened?
Devlin knocked on the door and poked his head in. “May I come in, lass?”
He stepped inside, carrying a tray with tea, water, a sandwich, apple slices, and something with chocolate drizzle. Following behind him was a big, orange, what the hell was it, a fox? Yup, it was a confirmed fox as the animal jumped into the bed with her and promptly settled at her feet, tail curling around his body and over his face.
“He likes you.” Devlin smiled, laying the tray down on the small bedside table.
Rowan was confused. Last thing she remembered, she was running for her life from a snarling mad man. Now, she’s all snuggled up in a four poster bed, pet fox at her feet and getting room service. She’s had some strange days, but this one’s at the top.
“What happened?” she asked. Ro felt sick to her stomach and the apple slices rang in her head as a good thing to try and eat. Her body felt weak and her head groggy.
“Twas a spell, lass. Forgive me, I had to get ye calm enough to escort ye back to the house. ‘Tis no longer safe for ye to be alone and Adam was in no place to calm ye himself.” He looked sincere and guilty while he said it.
A spell. That was not the answer she was expecting, but one she could accept. Ro had an open mind and spells were something she always marveled at when reading books. She’ll be the first to admit she wished she knew how to cast some herself. Glancing over, Ro saw her knife resting on the bedside table. At least they’d not taken it from her. She breathed in a couple steadying breaths and reached for a piece of the apple. Ro took a small bite of the juicy red slice. Crunchy and sweet, it was one of her favorite fruits. Then she took a good look at the fox all nuzzled up against her.
“Can I pet him?”
With a nod from Devlin, Rowan reached over slowly and stroked the fox’s head. His fur was soft and coarse all at the same time. Thick and plush, she gave him a good long scratch at the head and then went “boop” on his nose. She laughed a little and then offered him a slice of apple.
“Och, he’ll be a spoiled baby after this. There’ll be no end to his begging.” Devlin smiled at the scene in the bed. He was touched by her tenderness with the wee beastie.
Rowan returned his smiled with one of her own, and then popped another slice into her mouth. “Begging isn’t always a bad thing.”
Their eyes locked and his breath caught. Blood surged to his cock like it was the only vessel left in his body. A tingling sensation crawled its way up his thighs and his balls all but ached. This woman was something the likes of which he’d never seen before. Resilient, kind, and strong, the lass was beautiful. And wicked. On a growl, he quickly got up and excused himself, leaving her and the fox to finish the forbidden fruit alone.
Boy, what was that about? Rowan blushed at her boldness of what she’d said, but it couldn’t be taken back now. She seemed to have zero filtering when it came to that guy. He was all big and serious, and she wanted to break down those walls and get inside his head… and his bed. Shaking the thought from her mind, Rowan realized she was actually starving. She shared the rest of her apple and part of her sandwich with the fox, but kept the chocolate dessert for herself. Rowan wasn’t sure if the same chocolate rule applied to foxes as it did to dogs, but she didn’t want to risk it.
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