Pouring a cup of tea, she sipped the steamy goodness while she thought of a plan.
Fight or flight? Well, seeing how fighting got her laid out into this damn bed, she had to believe they’d just work another spell on her to make her stay. And there was no denying it, the darkness is getting worse. She admitted that much to herself while she thought of how many more sinister looking creatures came to her now and how often they showed up. Talk about your past haunting you. These men may be the answer she’s needed, plus Ro had no other place to go for help.
If she was going to be honest with herself, she knew there would be a day of reckoning on some level for what she had done. Maybe she just didn’t want to admit it until now. Perhaps that’s why she spent so much of her time alone or staying busy creating her fragile masterpieces. Friends had come and gone throughout the years, except for Brinley and Christine, and even if they knew the full truth of what she’d done, maybe they would run away too. Waking up in the middle of the night to a black silhouette inches from her face meant that Ro slept fitfully most nights, always paranoid or frustrated. Love was not in the cards for her, at least not in the long term. You can’t keep such a big secret all to yourself when you’re in a “till death do us part” relationship, and let’s face it, if she were to tell a guy what she sees, he’s going to run for the hills or have her committed.
Maybe this is why. Maybe the Fates knew she couldn’t have a bunch of strings attached to her, no baggage to carry around, because she was going to have to go where no one else would dare follow and she needed to travel light.
One last scratch on the fox’s head, Rowan pulled the covers free and hopped out of bed. Fuck it. She was going to do this. When the going got tough, Rowan got tougher. The fox hopped down and scurried out the door with Rowan following behind. Back in the living room, fire crackling, the two men were standing close together in conversation, which quickly ended the second she came into view.
“Alright boys, if there’s a way to fix what I have done I’m all for hearing it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.” She walked up to Adam and held out her hand, “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough respect for such magic when I was younger. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fix the damage I’ve done. I was young and foolish, and I am neither of those things now.” She could admit when she was wrong, but it wasn’t always easy. She tried to not make a habit of it either.
Devlin couldn’t believe his ears. Truly, the lass shocked him fully.
“I too apologize for my behavior earlier; I was wrong in lashing out at you as I did. In the future I will strive for better control.” Adam held his own hand out and they shook on their apologies.
“So boys, what do we do now?” Rowan walked around the coffee table carved from an old tree that had been shellacked and sat back down on the huge couch. Rowan was a planning girl. She liked making lists, having control and order, and creating a battle plan – whether it’s for baking a three-tiered chocolate cake, or in this case, killing a monster she accidently set loose.
“We need to go back to Ireland as soon as possible and you need training, my dear.” Adam pinched the bridge of his nose, already in deep thought.
Rowan bobbed her head in agreement while she stared at him. His hair looked blacker than before, probably the light of day, and his eyes were swirling shades of teal, green, violet and amber. They reminded Rowan of peacock feathers. Why hadn’t she noticed them before now? They were remarkable, stunning actually. Mesmerized with their beauty, Ro thought, why was she just now seeing this? Her brows crunched together in concentration as she stared unwaveringly at Adam for several heartbeats trying to figure out what she was looking at.
Devlin
Fight or flight? Well, seeing how fighting got her laid out into this damn bed, she had to believe they’d just work another spell on her to make her stay. And there was no denying it, the darkness is getting worse. She admitted that much to herself while she thought of how many more sinister looking creatures came to her now and how often they showed up. Talk about your past haunting you. These men may be the answer she’s needed, plus Ro had no other place to go for help.
If she was going to be honest with herself, she knew there would be a day of reckoning on some level for what she had done. Maybe she just didn’t want to admit it until now. Perhaps that’s why she spent so much of her time alone or staying busy creating her fragile masterpieces. Friends had come and gone throughout the years, except for Brinley and Christine, and even if they knew the full truth of what she’d done, maybe they would run away too. Waking up in the middle of the night to a black silhouette inches from her face meant that Ro slept fitfully most nights, always paranoid or frustrated. Love was not in the cards for her, at least not in the long term. You can’t keep such a big secret all to yourself when you’re in a “till death do us part” relationship, and let’s face it, if she were to tell a guy what she sees, he’s going to run for the hills or have her committed.
Maybe this is why. Maybe the Fates knew she couldn’t have a bunch of strings attached to her, no baggage to carry around, because she was going to have to go where no one else would dare follow and she needed to travel light.
One last scratch on the fox’s head, Rowan pulled the covers free and hopped out of bed. Fuck it. She was going to do this. When the going got tough, Rowan got tougher. The fox hopped down and scurried out the door with Rowan following behind. Back in the living room, fire crackling, the two men were standing close together in conversation, which quickly ended the second she came into view.
“Alright boys, if there’s a way to fix what I have done I’m all for hearing it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.” She walked up to Adam and held out her hand, “I’m sorry I didn’t have enough respect for such magic when I was younger. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fix the damage I’ve done. I was young and foolish, and I am neither of those things now.” She could admit when she was wrong, but it wasn’t always easy. She tried to not make a habit of it either.
Devlin couldn’t believe his ears. Truly, the lass shocked him fully.
“I too apologize for my behavior earlier; I was wrong in lashing out at you as I did. In the future I will strive for better control.” Adam held his own hand out and they shook on their apologies.
“So boys, what do we do now?” Rowan walked around the coffee table carved from an old tree that had been shellacked and sat back down on the huge couch. Rowan was a planning girl. She liked making lists, having control and order, and creating a battle plan – whether it’s for baking a three-tiered chocolate cake, or in this case, killing a monster she accidently set loose.
“We need to go back to Ireland as soon as possible and you need training, my dear.” Adam pinched the bridge of his nose, already in deep thought.
Rowan bobbed her head in agreement while she stared at him. His hair looked blacker than before, probably the light of day, and his eyes were swirling shades of teal, green, violet and amber. They reminded Rowan of peacock feathers. Why hadn’t she noticed them before now? They were remarkable, stunning actually. Mesmerized with their beauty, Ro thought, why was she just now seeing this? Her brows crunched together in concentration as she stared unwaveringly at Adam for several heartbeats trying to figure out what she was looking at.
Devlin
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