inside her. A
need that lingered even when she’d woken up screaming after the darkness had
torn her from his arms. The passion that she’d always been able to tamp down
was now out of control, unable to be cooled by her anxieties or distracted by
her fears. She swore she could still taste him on her tongue.
How was it possible to want him more than she had before?
More than she’d ever wanted anything. So desperately that she wasn’t sure she could
hide it from him. Or contain her curiosity. All day long, all she could do was
wonder—if being with the dream Finn had felt like that, how would the real
thing compare? Any way you sliced it, it was bad news for her peace of mind.
“Wow. That must have been one whopper of a dream.” Meru was
standing beside her, her expression indicating she’d been there for several
minutes. Sheridan hadn’t noticed.
Damn.
“It was busy,” she responded noncommittally. “But the part I
think you’ll find interesting had to do with a cave, a pool of water and this
weird guy with a dog.”
As the two women fixed plates for themselves and the men in
the other room, Sheridan shared the edited version of her dream. No Eonis. No
Finn. Just the part she knew Meru would need to know.
Her spine tingled as she sensed Finn in the room only
seconds before he said, “The Spear of Lugh.”
She hated it when he just appeared like that. Real men made
noise, she grumbled inwardly. Gave a girl some warning.
He didn’t seem to notice her pique. “Sheridan, did I hear it
right? He said if they can’t have the sword, they’ll want the spear? I suppose
I shouldn’t be surprised. In many ways, it’s the more powerful weapon. But it’s
also been lost to all of us for eons. Lugh would know that better than anyone.”
He shrugged. “Then again, Danu’s Cup was lost for several generations and Meru
found that. Perhaps the spear has just been waiting for the right moment to
reappear. For you to find it.”
Meru made a sound of faux shock, giving Sheridan an excuse
to remain silent. “Well hello, stranger. Where have you been? Wherever
it was, it must have put you in a kinder, gentler mood. Not too long ago, a
certain Fae whose name starts with Finn was stunned that Danu would allow mere
mortals to get their hands on such powerful relics.”
He shifted almost self-consciously, avoiding Sheridan’s
gaze. “People change. Only Danu, Goddess of the Waters and True Queen of my
people, knows where our destinies will take us. I’ve experienced enough in the
last few months to keep an open mind.”
Sheridan was suspicious. She moved closer to Finn, studying
his mysterious expression. “ People might change, but you, in case you
haven’t noticed, are not people. And not to knock your goddess, but that man
said—”
“Lugh.”
She made an impatient noise. “ Lugh said she didn’t
know anything. She can’t see what’s going to happen or which of her people are
responsible.”
When he finally met her gaze, Sheridan forgot how to
breathe. The same fire that had been burning inside her all day was simmering
behind his intent expression. “She has put her faith in you and our fate in
your hands. She knows you can do it. The Fianna know you can do it, as
do I.”
Lies. This is a trap. This isn’t like him.
She tried to mentally shut out the voice in her head, but it
was a difficult task when she had the same doubts. “Who are you and what have
you done with Finn the Fairy? The one whose middle name is Arrogance?” She
narrowed her eyes and took another step closer, telling herself it was more an
intimidation tactic than a response to his magnetism. “You haven’t answered
Meru. Where were you today?” Why weren’t you here?
Finn smiled. Was it her imagination or did she detect a
tinge of wickedness in the curve? He studied her lips as if he’d never seen
anything more fascinating. “Why? Did you miss me, or is this some kind of
interrogation?”
Before she could respond, his
need that lingered even when she’d woken up screaming after the darkness had
torn her from his arms. The passion that she’d always been able to tamp down
was now out of control, unable to be cooled by her anxieties or distracted by
her fears. She swore she could still taste him on her tongue.
How was it possible to want him more than she had before?
More than she’d ever wanted anything. So desperately that she wasn’t sure she could
hide it from him. Or contain her curiosity. All day long, all she could do was
wonder—if being with the dream Finn had felt like that, how would the real
thing compare? Any way you sliced it, it was bad news for her peace of mind.
“Wow. That must have been one whopper of a dream.” Meru was
standing beside her, her expression indicating she’d been there for several
minutes. Sheridan hadn’t noticed.
Damn.
“It was busy,” she responded noncommittally. “But the part I
think you’ll find interesting had to do with a cave, a pool of water and this
weird guy with a dog.”
As the two women fixed plates for themselves and the men in
the other room, Sheridan shared the edited version of her dream. No Eonis. No
Finn. Just the part she knew Meru would need to know.
Her spine tingled as she sensed Finn in the room only
seconds before he said, “The Spear of Lugh.”
She hated it when he just appeared like that. Real men made
noise, she grumbled inwardly. Gave a girl some warning.
He didn’t seem to notice her pique. “Sheridan, did I hear it
right? He said if they can’t have the sword, they’ll want the spear? I suppose
I shouldn’t be surprised. In many ways, it’s the more powerful weapon. But it’s
also been lost to all of us for eons. Lugh would know that better than anyone.”
He shrugged. “Then again, Danu’s Cup was lost for several generations and Meru
found that. Perhaps the spear has just been waiting for the right moment to
reappear. For you to find it.”
Meru made a sound of faux shock, giving Sheridan an excuse
to remain silent. “Well hello, stranger. Where have you been? Wherever
it was, it must have put you in a kinder, gentler mood. Not too long ago, a
certain Fae whose name starts with Finn was stunned that Danu would allow mere
mortals to get their hands on such powerful relics.”
He shifted almost self-consciously, avoiding Sheridan’s
gaze. “People change. Only Danu, Goddess of the Waters and True Queen of my
people, knows where our destinies will take us. I’ve experienced enough in the
last few months to keep an open mind.”
Sheridan was suspicious. She moved closer to Finn, studying
his mysterious expression. “ People might change, but you, in case you
haven’t noticed, are not people. And not to knock your goddess, but that man
said—”
“Lugh.”
She made an impatient noise. “ Lugh said she didn’t
know anything. She can’t see what’s going to happen or which of her people are
responsible.”
When he finally met her gaze, Sheridan forgot how to
breathe. The same fire that had been burning inside her all day was simmering
behind his intent expression. “She has put her faith in you and our fate in
your hands. She knows you can do it. The Fianna know you can do it, as
do I.”
Lies. This is a trap. This isn’t like him.
She tried to mentally shut out the voice in her head, but it
was a difficult task when she had the same doubts. “Who are you and what have
you done with Finn the Fairy? The one whose middle name is Arrogance?” She
narrowed her eyes and took another step closer, telling herself it was more an
intimidation tactic than a response to his magnetism. “You haven’t answered
Meru. Where were you today?” Why weren’t you here?
Finn smiled. Was it her imagination or did she detect a
tinge of wickedness in the curve? He studied her lips as if he’d never seen
anything more fascinating. “Why? Did you miss me, or is this some kind of
interrogation?”
Before she could respond, his
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