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“One of the mountain Gahns has a human mate and he’s coming here to find her,” Fiona supplied with a sigh. I was glad she’d filled the silence. For some reason, I was finding it difficult to speak. My throat was dry and tight. I placed the meat I’d been eating onto a nearby bone plate, no longer hungry.
“A pale brunette with brown eyes,” Fiona continued. “Chapman warned Stephanie and me because we match the description. I think she warned Abigail, too.”
Nasrin’s elegant dark eyebrows rose. She had olive-toned skin and brown hair – the deepest brown you could get before black. But her eyes were an exquisite jade green, not brown.
I craned my neck, looking for Abigail. I spotted her sitting across the fire with Melanie.
“I don’t think it’s her,” I said quietly.
“Why not?” Fiona asked, cocking her head.
“She has a pixie cut,” I replied. “If the mountain people are anything like the Sea Sand ones, short hair is unusual for a woman. So, I feel like the Gahn would have used that as a defining feature to identify her when describing her to Chapman and the others.”Chapman said he also didn’t mention the tattoos,I thought silently as I stared at the dark line art inking down Fiona’s arms and swirling along her collarbones.
“Hmm. Yeah. Could be.” Fiona said, scratching her jaw thoughtfully as she stared at the fire. The movement made a long row of black flowers flex along her forearm. She stopped, her gaze finding my face again. “It’s probably you then, eh?”
I didn’t bother refuting her statement. The more I’d thought about what Chapman had told me, the more likely it seemed that I had to be the otherwise non-descript white brunette the Deep Sky Gahn had seen in his mate vision. I had no short haircut, no tattoos. Not even a unique mole or freckles oranything. I’d never minded blending in. Never wanted to be the centre of attention. And God knew the horses didn’t care what I looked like.
But now...
Now, a new Gahn was on his way, probably for me.
He might even be here now...
I stood. For a moment, I wasn’t even sure why I’d gotten to my feet. Didn’t know where I meant to go. Part of me wanted to run and hide in the tent I shared with the other single girls. Another part of me wanted to march after the Gahns and go see if there was some newly arrived man out there.
That second part won out. If he was here, I had to know.
I have to know if it’s me.
I turned, preparing to walk to the edge of the settlement – at least, as far as the guards would let me – to see what was going on.
But a brilliant, opalescent set of sight stars stopped me in my tracks.
My stomach swooped. My breath caught in my throat like a trapped bird. My heart rammed.
Those sight stars, thoseeyes.They sliced right into me, sharp and bright.
If that gaze had been a blade, it would have left the deepest, cleanest cut. The kind of cut so quick and deft that you don’t even know you’re bleeding.
The eyes, of course, were in a face. A fucking gorgeous face. A face I didn’t recognize. Broad and strong-jawed and framed by long, flowing, inky hair. A huge, elegant bow was slung over his chest, along with weapons straps and blades. He walked with long, powerful strides, closing the distance between us with relentless focus.
It’s him.The Gahn from the mountains. Gahn Errok. It had to be.
He stopped before me.
I gulped.
If there was any doubt about whom this guy had come for, who his mate was, that was long gone. He appeared to have absolutely no interest in anything else going on around him, aroundus.Five Sea Sand Gahns, looking rather peeved, flanked him. Other human women jumped to their feet, pressing forward to get a look at the stranger. Warriors twitched their tails and eyed their Gahns with apprehension, as if waiting for this new Gahn to make one wrong move.
He didn’t look at any of them.
But he did make a move.
I gasped as two giant, muscled arms enveloped me. I lurched forward against a wide chest.
Fuck, those arms were like iron bars at my back. One huge, trembling hand stroked down my hair and a single word was spoken reverently against the top of my head.
“Finally.”
