Burning Desire by Donna Grant

Kellan and Tristan were able to get away. And here you are smack in the middle of the Dark Fae nest, almost daring them to try something.”
    Kiril shrugged. “Dreagan must be protected, as all the Dragon Kings should. Our enemies are growing, and I can no longer sit idle and hope that the few allies we have discover something for us.”
    “Your fellow Kings want to be here with you, but it isna safe. No’ the same for a Warrior. I’m no’ saying what you’re doing is wrong. I’d be doing the same.” One side of Phelan’s lips quirked in a smile. “Besides, I loved to irk Charon as often as I could.”
    Kiril laughed. He couldn’t help it. Phelan had spent most of his immortal life away from MacLeod Castle where the Warriors resided. He had a different take on life than they did, but he also understood what it meant to be a part of a family.
    They sat in silence listening to the wind swoosh around them and inhaling the sea air. Kiril closed his eyes and relaxed for the first time in days. He didn’t know if it was because Phelan had arrived, or if it had something to do with Shara. Either way, it allowed him to push past the blinding need and clear his mind.
    “Who is she?” Phelan asked. “More importantly, how significant is she?”
    “Her name is Shara, and she’s a Dark Fae.” Kiril met his gaze to see a frown form on Phelan’s brow. “She tried to use glamour to hide that fact, but I saw through it.”
    “So you knew she was Dark?”
    “Aye.”
    “Did you walk away?”
    “Nay. I took her to dinner.”
    Phelan nodded absently as he dropped his hands to his sides. “I imagine because you wanted to see what she was after.”
    “That’s how it began.”
    “You’ve seen her since?”
    Kiril rubbed the back of his neck, debating how much to tell Phelan. No other Kings could be there to watch his back—or remind him he was treading on dangerous ground with Shara. But Phelan could.
    “Aye. I went looking for her. I had to.”
    Phelan let out a slow breath. “She ensnared you already?”
    “It only took one look at her.”
    “Damn. Have you slept with her?”
    Kiril paused a beat too long.
    Phelan let out a string of curses as he paced away. When he turned back to Kiril, his face was hard as stone. “How deeply are you in? I’m going to stay regardless if you accept my help or no’. The more I know, the more I can assist you.”
    The fact Kiril knew he needed aid told him just how far he had treaded on risky ground with Shara. He wanted to believe everything she said, but it could all be a lie to lure him into a trap—a trap that would be useless since he didn’t know the location to whatever it was Con had hidden.
    Kiril considered Phelan’s words for long moments before he said, “I’m in too deep.”
    “That’s what Rhys thought. Let me help in whatever way I can.”
    Kiril looked around him to see the many tourists stopping to see the cliffs. “Where is your car?”
    “I doona have one. Fallon jumped me here.”
    Of course Fallon would teleport Phelan. It was the quickest mode of transportation, damn them. “How are you going to get back to Cork?”
    “I’ll figure it out. Does this mean you’ll accept my help?”
    Kiril didn’t spot any Dark observing him, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. “They watch me always. We can no’ be seen together again.”
    “How do I contact you if I need to?”
    “We’ll figure it out as we go. I bought an estate no’ too far from Cork. Doona come there. I go into the city every evening for dinner and then to the Dark’s pub an Doras .”
    Phelan nodded and turned so his back was to Kiril. “Understood,” he murmured and walked away.
    Kiril walked to different spots along the tourist location, and just as he hoped, others spoke to him as well. He thought his plan was working until he saw two Dark out of the corner of his eye standing behind a tour bus.
    There was no way the Dark could know about Phelan. Kiril pivoted and