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By the time he’d walked back to the castle, the sun had started to come up. Eric waited with the truck keys, swinging them around his index finger. The boot was already open, two bodies inside.
“Was that it?” Caelan asked, ripping off the balaclava and cleaning his face with it.
“Maybe they stupidly thought they had it in the bag.”
“We’ll need the trailer. There are six more.”
Eric wasn’t surprised. “We’ll burn them on a hillside nobody ever visits. They don’t deserve burial.”
On that, they could agree.
Sure, men got desperate a time or two in their lives, but to do this? For evil pricks?
They all knew what sort of line they walked, they had to. It was why Caelan felt no guilt.
“Do you feel better now?” asked Eric.
“Aye, ye dinna ken how much better I feel.”
Caelan kept it to himself how furious he still was.
Better that Eric believe himself excusable.
Caelan had his sights set on Eric next—for tonight had been far too easy.
After burning the bodies, Caelan and Eric went to the shower block near the outskirts of the castle grounds, stripped and put their clothes in an oil drum they set on fire, then washed off in the showers. Caelan could feel that man’s eyes on him the entire time. Eric had never been shy about how much he craved, coveted and admired Caelan, all these long years. The amount of times Eric had walked in on Caelan with a woman and he’d pretended to have accidentally stumbled in wasn’t even funny. The man had a problem.
Caelan needed Flora to see what this was really all about.
He needed her to see right now.
Fuck the potential fallout.
If only she could see the truth…
They grabbed a couple of towels and dashed inside to the castle nearly naked.
Stumbling on the slippery spiral steps, their limbs nearly frozen, they made it into the warmth of the suite to find Flora still fast asleep. It was barely five o’clock. She’d sleep through anything and it’d only got worse with motherhood and all that it drained from her body.
Caelan threw his towel away and climbed in behind Flora’s sweaty body, her nightdress damp from fever dreams.Good. She didn’t deserve to get off scot-free.
He gave Eric a filthy look and gestured for him to stay away on his side of the big bed—Flora between them.
“Dinna touch her,” he warned.
Caelan cuddled his beautiful, clueless wife and felt the exhaustion of the night wash over him. All the while it was obvious Eric lay desperate to touch him, feel him out, know more. But Caelan squeezed his eyes tight shut and let himself breathe her in.
No matter what… he’d love her no matter what, he told himself.
Chapter Twenty-One
For a few blissful moments, everything was how it’d been before. Him holding me tight, his arms around me, his scent overpowering. My hulking beast breathed like a slumbering dragon, deep in sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw Eric was awake on the other side of the bed. Caelan had to have barely any room behind me, perched right on the edge of the mattress. For a second Eric didn’t notice I’d woken up, then he saw I’d seen him watching Caelan sleep.
He and I stared at one another for a while. I couldn’t read him at all. What was he thinking?
If Eric had paid those Syrians to make it seem like a fake kidnapping or something (as part of some plot of his to gain my trust), make me vulnerable…
It’d backfired, hadn’t it?
