Standing cloaked and unseen on the battlements of Carron Castle, Cherub gazed out over the rippling waters of Loch Carron with Kirk at her back, his deliciously strong arms wrapped snugly around her. The full moon blazed within the midnight sky and the air swirled and brought to her all the secrets it held.
Soon a new day would dawn, one overflowing with an abundance of hope as never before. Ronan and Kyla, currently ensconced in their chamber while the rest of their kin feasted in the great hall, had begun to bridge the gap between two warring clans, and now ’twas most certainly time for the fae to live. Duncan and Coll included.
“Ronan has completed his hunt. Where to next, my elusive imp?” Kirk twirled her around to face him then smothered her in his heavenly heat, his body a shield of strength around hers. “Do you sense any more lost souls this night?”
“I do, and that of two men, one right here at Carron Castle and the other still searching MacKenzie land in his quest to gather more warriors to his cause.”
“You mean Duncan and Coll?”
“Aye, they’ve been so loyal to their fae kind even though I never knew it, and they shall be the ones to lead clan MacKenzie forward into a new future, although soon they’ll feel the urge to seek out their chosen ones and when they do, you and I will be right here on hand to guide them in the right direction. ’Tis time they learnt more about their mother’s Matheson clan, that we fae always stand beside our own. Beth may no’ be here to care for them, but we are.”
“Then this is one mission I cannae wait for.” He seized her mouth with his, his desire flaring hot and strong, the same as her desire flared for him.
“Neither can I.” She laughed and sent them both soaring high into the skies and toward the radiant stars above, her heart and soul singing at the incredible joy of having her chosen one with her. This is what she wanted for all of her fae kind, for them to bind their mates to them, her duty one she’d never release.
Aye, aiding both Duncan and Coll in their coming hunts would be a chase of the most delicious sort. What a journey those two men had ahead of them, one of discovery and love, of learning when to battle, and when to accept fate.
Sweet love. May it soon be theirs too.