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THE HERO & HEROINE:
KEIRAN & SORCHA

Sorcha decided the Otherworld was blessedly warm and smelled of sweet spices and leather and brine. A gentle to and fro sway rocked her body like a babe in arms. She wiggled slightly, searching for injuries, but nothing hurt, save for a faint pinch in her ribs. Aye, she was definitely dead.

She remembered falling, remembered her spirit reaching upward toward the white falcon. Mayhap the goddess had taken her spirit before Sorcha’s body hit the rock, saving her from the pain of death. Regardless of how it happened, she felt relieved to be on the other side and free of Hector’s abuse.
She snuggled deeper into a cocoon of furs and wrapped her arms around the warm body stretched out alongside her.

Warm body!

Her eyes snapped open. The warm body belonged to a man—a verra naked man. Her breasts smashed against his finely chiseled chest and the hairs on his thighs tickled hers. She tried to inch away from him, but he circled her small frame with thick-muscled arms.

“Be still and rest, Sorcha,” he murmured in a deep husky voice then kissed her forehead.

She sucked in an audible breath and looked up into amber eyes flecked with gold. She recognized those eyes. “I know ye.”

His smile was familiar as well—crooked with a single dimple set in the right cheek. “Aye. Ye do.”

KEIRAN'S PET: Tàiseal

Keiran stood at the bow of a three-masted carrack staring into a thick gray mist. Through his falcon’s eyes, he watched the poxed pig strike Sorcha.

“Heave!” Keiran bellowed the order to the O’Neil warriors pulling on the oars and cursed Sorcha’s grandmum for not sending him sooner. They were close, but were they close enough to save her?

KEIRAN'S FRIEND: Sileas

“Ye seem to be frettin’ over a’thing.” Sileas descended the steps of a companionway, then leaned against the rail. “Has your woman fallen ill?”

“Nay, she is well. But she is not my woman, nor is she keen on naming me tanist.”

“She remains faithful to the old laws,” Sileas guessed and rolled a slender piece of wood from one side of his mouth to the other.

Keiran nodded.

“Then we go back and make her a widow,” Sileas suggested without pause.

SORCHA'S HOME ON THE ISLE OF BARRA: Kisimul Castle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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