He’s watching me, a huge, silent statue in sweatpants in a chair that’s too small for him. He still exudes power, an uncomfortably raw masculinity that’s bringing back my moment in the shower in technicolor clarity.
“Try to sleep,” he finally says. “We’ll talk tomorrow and get ya sorted.”
“Thank you.” I look down at the - no doubt - 5,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheet I’m pleating between my fingers. “I haven’t really thanked you for everything you did for me.”
“I scared the shite out of ya,” he rumbles.
“Well, yeah. But I understand you were, uh… undercover? You blew it to save me. For no reason other than you’re a genuinely decent human being. So, thank you. I think your good deed has to cancel out half a dozen terrible things you might have done.”
I can’t read his expression; his face is shadowed, and when he answers me, his tone is as dark as the forest he chased me through. “Ya have no idea what I’ve done, Luna. No idea what I’m capable of. Ya dinna deserve any of it. Helping ya dinna redeem me. If ya knew what I was thinking right now, ya would know it for certain. Try to get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Fists clenched; he leaves the room as my “Goodnight…” follows him.
I dream of forests and wolves all night.
“Lass. Ya must wake up. We need to talk.”
My bleary eyes open just enough to see Kai standing over me, dressed, hair still wet from the shower.
“Why? What’s going on?” His expression is grim, and suddenly, I don’t want to know. I want to fall back to sleep on these heavenly sheets and pretend nothing bad ever happened.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Chapter Fourteen
In which Luna truly understands the phrase, “Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”
Kai…
Luna looks at peace for the first time since I spotted her on Morren Island, and it’s a pity I have to wake her.
Especially with such shite news.
Her silvery-blonde hair is spread out on the pillow, and there’s a serene little smile on her plump lips. Catriona gave her some little sleep shorts to wear. Admiring her long, toned legs is making my treacherous cock thicken. She’s kicked off all her covers, and the sliver of skin showing between the shorts and her t-shirt makes me want to run my tongue along it.
“Lass, ya must wake up. We need to talk.”
Her eyes snap open, instantly awake. “Why? What’s going on?” Blue eyes with gold specks search mine. “No conversation that starts with those words is ever going to be a good one.”
I keep my gaze on her face and away from all that bare, tempting skin. “Get dressed and come downstairs.”
I’d been scrolling through Luna’s phone early this morning when the text came in. She had a mere twenty contacts listedin her phone, and three of them were numbers added during her trip here. Going through her photos, I found that pictures of people were equally sparse, only a few with friends from home. There’s some with Marla and those witches, Brittany and Canary. I feel no remorse for what happened to those two.
Luna likes taking pictures of nature the most. There are images of the waves along the beach, as well as several of flowers and trees. She focuses on elegant little details, like the sunlight filtering through the leaves on a branch or a rose in perfect bloom with the one next to it on the stem withered and forlorn. I’d just found a few old photos of a couple who had to be her parents when the text came in.
“There she is. How did you sleep?” My father smiles kindly at Luna. She smiles back, but her gaze is darting from one person to the next. Admittedly, ten bulky MacTavishes in one place is always stifling, even with a study as big as mine.
“I didn’t know there would be so many of you,” she says, giving an awkward little laugh. Her hands are toying with the hem of her blue sweater as she shifts from foot to foot, and I shove Duncan out of his seat, offering it to her.
“A video came through on your phone today, lass.”
She shoots to her feet. “My phone? How do you have it? Why were you going through it?”
“I plucked it out of the box after I put ya in my room back at the house,” I say, ignoring her look of outrage.
“You could have given it to me at any time, you know!” Thrusting her hand out, she glares at me as I hold it away from her.
“In a moment, aye? I’ve got somethin’ to show ya.”
