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“I am Given,” he murmured, holding her close. The moment he uttered the final words of the oath, a wave of intense emotion crashed over him. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it might be like were she ever to give the vow back. Completion, he suspected. Two hearts made as one.
Deep inside him the ancient ones hissed furiously and recoiled. They hadn’t liked that at all, he brooded darkly. Good.
“That was beautiful,” Chloe murmured. “What was it?” She poked her head up and peered over her shoulder at him. In the pearly moonlight her skin shimmered translucent, her aquamarine eyes were sleepy and sexy, sparkling. Her lips were still swollen from his kisses, achingly lush. Her tousled curls fell in a tumble about her face and he could feel himself growing hard again, yet knew it would be the morrow at least before he could have her again. Were he a patient man, he should give her a sennight to recover. He’d be lucky if he made it a few more hours. Now that he’d tasted her, tasted how sweet it was to make love to a woman he loved, he was starved for more.
“Och, lass, you are so lovely. You fair take my breath away.” Trite words, he scorned himself, such weak words compared to what he felt.
She flushed with pleasure. “Was that some kind of poem you recited?”
“Aye, something like that,” he purred, rolling her over in his arms so she was facing him.
“I liked it. It sounded … romantic.” She peered at him curiously, nibbling her lower lip. “What was it again?”
When he didn’t repeat it, she mused a moment then said, “Oh! I think I’ve got it! You said ‘if aught must be lost—’”
“Nay, lass,” he shouted, going rigid. Och, Christ, what had he done? He dare not let her give the vows back. If aught happened to him, she would be bound to him forever. And if something terrible happened, if—God forbid—he actually turned dark, would she then be bound to him, a beast from hell? She might be tied for all eternity to the rage and fury that was the Draghar! Nay. Never.
Chloe blinked, looking wounded. “I just wanted to repeat it so I could remember it.” The little poem had made her feel funny, strangely compelled to say it back for some reason. They were the sweetest words he’d ever spoken, even if only a bit of a poem, and she’d like it safely tucked away in her memory. He wasn’t a man who bandied idle words about. He’d meant something by it. Was that how Dageus MacKeltar spoke of his feelings? By reciting a few lines of a poem?
Though she’d been drowsy when he’d spoken, she was pretty certain he’d said something like “my life for yours.” If only he might love her like that! She no longer wanted merely to be the woman who got inside Dageus MacKeltar, she wanted to be the one who stayed inside him. Forever. The last woman he ever made love to. She wanted it so fiercely that the mere wanting was a kind of pain.
And by God, she wanted to hear those words again.
She opened her mouth to press, but the moment she did, he slanted his mouth hard over her parted lips and—damn the man for being able to kiss a woman into a swarm of hormones buzzing about like drunken little bees!—in a few moments the only thing she was thinking about was the way he was touching her.
Silvan wasn’t a man given to lurking. Well, he hadn’t been until his sons had gone and taken mates, then it seemed he’d begun doing all sorts of things he’d not done before. Like eavesdropping on an embarrassingly personal and sizzling conversation between Drustan and Gwen that had ended with Silvan dragging Nellie off to bed. And wed to her a short time later.
He grinned. A damn fine woman she was too. Knew more about the Keltar than the Keltar knew themselves. In her twelve years as his housekeeper, she’d learned nearly every secret in their castle, including one not even he had known: a secret place that had been forgotten for nearly eight centuries, according to the last entry he’d read in the journal he’d found therein.
She said she’d discovered the underground chamber during a fit of spring cleaning a score of years ago. She’d not mentioned it because she thought he’d known—and besides, she’d added acerbically, that was when ye weren’t speaking to me. Silvan snorted softly. What a fool he’d been, denying his desire for her. So many wasted years.
Are you wasting yet more time, old man? a caustic inner voice inquired. Aren’t there still things you refuse to say?
He shoved that thought brusquely away. Now was not the time to brood on himself. Now was the time to focus on finding a way to save his son.
The contents of the chamber were the reason he currently lurked in the shadows of the great hall awaiting Dageus’s return. There were texts and artifacts, relics Dageus needed to see. The sheer volume of material in the underground chamber was overwhelming. It could take them weeks simply to catalog it all.
