Dark Knight of the Skye by Robin Renee Ray Page B

over his that reminded him of the only love he had ever known, or was it simply something that he had deprived himself of for so very long?
    He turned over on his side, taking D`nae under the neck and laid her down on the pillow. He reached down and picked her arm up off of his waist, gently placing it beside her, then curled up facing her, studying every little detail, starting at her face and going down.
    “What is it about you that makes me want for the first time in so long, that I dare to try and remember?” he whispered. When she moaned, he, like magic, moved from the top of the bed to standing by the foot. A memorable fear had slapped him across the face, one that he hadn’t felt since the night before his world of revenge began, and she hadn’t done anything more than make a sound. Alasdair was not one to fear for any reason, but there he stood, looking down at the one thing that had changed that by merely rolling over in her sleep.
    D`nae stretched out, then just as fast brought her knees back up, gripping the large pillow much like she had Alasdair. He watched the way her body moved from a different angle, giving him a whole new aspect of the desire which was building inside. He found her to be beautiful when his mind was in a calm state, and it was at that very moment that he realized that he would not be able to take her life, in front of the Gilmore that he hated or otherwise. He had been having her trailed for several years, but never on a personal level, where he actually put in his own time. It was only the past few months that he had grown deeper involved into the matter, and the last few days where he had taken her literally, in hopes of finding the one that he now knew existed.
    Alasdair’s chest rose and fell to match D`nae’s. His anger at her one and only craved going to her side, yanking her awake, and feeding it’s fill off of her while she screamed for him to stop, yet the man who looked on with eyes of passion wanted to go to her side and lift her into a lover’s embrace, without stilling her mind, and make the love that only a man and woman could make. Alasdair’s thoughts were cut short when a disturbing feeling engulfed his body, spinning him around and out of the room at lightning speed.
    He cleared the steps to the upper level without touching one. The heavily secured door was open when he landed, and human men were hustling about in a panic. One of the men noticed him standing in the doorway, and quickly hurried to his side with a mobile screen in his hand.
    “They’re coming up from the small riverbed, sir. Looks like there are six, then four more coming in from the main road.”
    “The Detective, I presume?”
    “Looks like it, but I don’t know how he would’ve found this place. We made sure there was no way to trace us back here,” the man said, nerves bouncing off every word.
    “It seems there will be a change in plans. Take all the equipment that you can carry, and take your men down to the tunnel. Stay there until you are very sure it is safe to leave, and then meet me at my safe house in one week.”
    “Sir, what about the Detective?” another man asked holding a rifle, wearing a military style uniform.
    “Kill him, and that relentless little group. You know what to do if any of you are taken into their custody,” he replied, glaring harshly at the man. “I have my own affairs to take care of.” Then turned and left the room.
    Alasdair walked back into the room where he had left D`nae sleeping and went straight to her. He sat down beside her on the bed and startled her awake. She jumped up and slid back against the headboard of the bed.
    “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Things have taken a different turn.”
    “Are you going to kill me now?”
    “No, I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m afraid that I will have to use you to get what I want the most.”
    “Danny?”
    “Among other things,” he replied changing his tone. “I’m going to tell you