Darcy heard her words as if through a tunnel. As soon as Aisley touched her, Darcy saw her future. Aisley and Phelan lived for hundreds more years, with Aisley returning twice in fire.
Phoenix, a voice whispered in her head.
Darcy turned her head and looked at Aisley in shock. The Phoenixes were supposed to be gone. “You’re a Phoenix.”
Aisley dropped her hand and took a half-step back, her eyes narrowed. “How did you know?”
“I see people’s futures. Most times it’s through palm readings or tarot cards, but there are rare times I see it when people touch me.”
“Yes, I’m a Phoenix. It was handed down to me through my ancestors.”
Darcy glanced over her shoulder into the room full of immortals and Druids. They didn’t need her, and it was doubtful they ever would. She turned her back to them but stopped short of walking away. Where was she to go? The bedroom for Con to interrogate her more? Back to Edinburgh?
Darcy saw the front door and started toward it, needing some fresh air. She heard footsteps behind her and recognized the long strides as Warrick’s.
“You don’t have to follow me. I have nowhere to go, remember?”
“I’m no’ following you, lass,” he replied softly.
She opened the door and walked outside, her feet not happy when she came in contact with the rocks.
“If you wait, I’ll get you some shoes,” Warrick said.
Darcy shook her head and turned toward the grass. She needed to think, to clear her head.
She needed to be alone.
That thought scattered when Warrick came even with her and slid his hand in hers. “You should give them a chance. Those from MacLeod Castle can be trusted.”
“Maybe.” She slowed once she reached the grass, but she didn’t stop.
They walked in silence. Every time they came to a fence, she climbed it while Warrick vaulted over it with one hand.
Darcy didn’t know how far they walked until she glanced behind her and saw the manor was a speck in the distance. She stopped and let her gaze wander the wild beauty around her. “Will they come looking for me?”
“Nay. I told them where we are.”
That mental link. She was really going to have to remember that.
“It’s going to be all right, Darcy,” Warrick said.
She waited until they reached the top of the hill and took in the breathless splendor around her before she asked, “Will it? I’m not so sure. I can’t change what I’ve done, and people want to lump me in the category with evil because of it.”
“No’ all of us.”
Darcy looked up at him. Warrick’s hand touched her face before he glided his hand to the back of her neck and bent to give her a soft kiss.
“Come with me,” he urged.
As if Darcy could tell him no.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-EIGHT
Warrick couldn’t wait on Darcy. He picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the cottage. It was one of three newly built ones after the battles over the past year. He set her down inside and closed the door behind him. As soon as she turned to him, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him as he kissed her.
Their first time together had been frantic and intense. He wanted to go slow, to savor her. Not once did he stop and wonder why, he just accepted it.
Warrick backed her into the living area where a plush fur rug lay between the fireplace and a sofa. He felt her palms against his flesh as she tugged up his shirt and caressed his stomach and chest.
He broke the kiss to remove his shirt, but she stopped him. It took him bending down before she could pull it over his head.
Her fern green eyes were alight with desire that made his balls tighten in need. Warrick put his hands at her waist and slowly, gently raised her shirt enough to get his hands beneath.
He caressed upward, pushing the shirt up as he did, until he cupped her breasts. Before he took off her shirt, he let his thumbs swipe over her nipples. They were hard instantly.
Warrick grinned in satisfaction.
He took his time tugging the shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside so that she stood in her bra and jeans.
“My turn,” she said.
A groan locked in his throat when she cupped his aching cock through his jeans. After a soft squeeze, she unbuttoned his jeans. Then, with agonizing slowness, she pulled the zipper down.
Their gazes locked as she knelt before him and yanked his pants down past his hips to his knees and wrapped her hand around his cock.
Warrick fisted his hands in her hair and closed his eyes as the full measure of pleasure surrounded him. A moment later, her mouth enveloped his rod. He moaned, his hips moving of their own accord. Her hot mouth was bliss, her hands stroking his length as she took him deeper was pure ecstasy.
Darcy loved the feel of his arousal. It was velvet wrapped around steel. She’d barely gotten started when he withdrew from her mouth and picked her up so that she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said with a grin.
She wound her arms around his neck. “Enjoyed that, did you?”
“Verra much.”
“Then why did you stop?”