was right. She should go home.
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CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Rhi stood atop a mountain looking at Dreagan. She was far enough away that none of the Dragon Kings would know she was there.
No matter how hard she tried, she always found herself back in Scotland. It was pathetic. Her King would never love her again.
It was something she told herself almost daily, but then she would remember the heart-stopping passion, the way he placed kisses over her body as if he were worshipping her, and the way he had once smiled whenever she walked into a room.
Those thoughts used to make her cry for the longing in her heart to have all of it again. But, oddly, there were no tears this time. Just ⦠sorrow to have lost something so precious.
A love of the ages.
Thatâs what he had called it. Rhi had been too wrapped up in the desire and him to fully comprehend everything. It wasnât until he turned his back on her that it hit her.
â Rhi? Can you hear me? Where are you? â
She had heard Henryâs summons for weeks now. He was handsome, and a wonderful kisser, but he was mortal. She had known it was wrong to kiss him. Rhi told herself she needed to feel something, but she was only going to hurt Henry.
It wouldâve been better had she just told him the truth. Yet, she didnât want to wound him as she had been hurt. So she left.
Now he called to her daily.
âForget about me, Henry,â she said. âIâll only ruin things for you.â
Rhi had been jumping from place to place in the hopes of finding some sort of peace and contentment. But it wasnât to be had.
She refused to return to Usaeilâs court. The Queen of the Light had taken a Dragon King to her bed. Rhi had a suspicion that it was Con, but she couldnât prove it. Yet.
The fact that Usaeil had done everything in her power to break Rhi and her King apart was like a splinter she couldnât get out. It stung viciously that Usaeil would now have a relationship with a King.
Rhi also couldnât go to Dreagan anymore. How could she after she had refused to aid Warrick and Darcy? Rhi still didnât understand why she hadnât rushed to help as she always had.
Already she had gone to Ulrik too many times. And Balladyn ⦠The Dark wanted her. He pursued her relentlessly, and what worried her was that she enjoyed it. It felt good to have someone want her so desperately.
Then there were his kisses.
It would be so easy to give in to Balladyn. He would shield her as her King had once done. Balladyn loved her. How had she not seen it before?
Rhi shook her head viciously and turned her back on Dreagan. She was so confused. She didnât know what to do anymore or where to turn.
Then she thought of the one place she could go, the one person who she knew would always be there for her.
In a blink, she teleported from the mountain to a cabin deep in the forest. She had taken only two steps to the porch when the door opened and Phelan appeared.
The Warriorâs smile dimmed when he saw her. âGrab the whisky,â he said over his shoulder to his wife and Druid, Aisley.
Phelan didnât say another word. He opened his arms and Rhi walked into them, burying her head in his chest. He held her tightly, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
âDo you want to talk?â he asked softly.
She shook her head. It felt good to be able to lean on someone. Phelan was the only one who didnât want something from her. He was the only one she could show weakness to and know he would never use it against her.
âItâs been weeks, Rhi,â the immortal Highlander said. âIâve been worried.â
Rhi still remembered the first time she had spoken to Phelan. As a Warrior, a man with a primeval god inside him, he had been torn about his feelings for Aisley.
Phelanâs blood could heal anyone of any ailment. The only thing he couldnât do was bring someone back from the dead. He
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CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Rhi stood atop a mountain looking at Dreagan. She was far enough away that none of the Dragon Kings would know she was there.
No matter how hard she tried, she always found herself back in Scotland. It was pathetic. Her King would never love her again.
It was something she told herself almost daily, but then she would remember the heart-stopping passion, the way he placed kisses over her body as if he were worshipping her, and the way he had once smiled whenever she walked into a room.
Those thoughts used to make her cry for the longing in her heart to have all of it again. But, oddly, there were no tears this time. Just ⦠sorrow to have lost something so precious.
A love of the ages.
Thatâs what he had called it. Rhi had been too wrapped up in the desire and him to fully comprehend everything. It wasnât until he turned his back on her that it hit her.
â Rhi? Can you hear me? Where are you? â
She had heard Henryâs summons for weeks now. He was handsome, and a wonderful kisser, but he was mortal. She had known it was wrong to kiss him. Rhi told herself she needed to feel something, but she was only going to hurt Henry.
It wouldâve been better had she just told him the truth. Yet, she didnât want to wound him as she had been hurt. So she left.
Now he called to her daily.
âForget about me, Henry,â she said. âIâll only ruin things for you.â
Rhi had been jumping from place to place in the hopes of finding some sort of peace and contentment. But it wasnât to be had.
She refused to return to Usaeilâs court. The Queen of the Light had taken a Dragon King to her bed. Rhi had a suspicion that it was Con, but she couldnât prove it. Yet.
The fact that Usaeil had done everything in her power to break Rhi and her King apart was like a splinter she couldnât get out. It stung viciously that Usaeil would now have a relationship with a King.
Rhi also couldnât go to Dreagan anymore. How could she after she had refused to aid Warrick and Darcy? Rhi still didnât understand why she hadnât rushed to help as she always had.
Already she had gone to Ulrik too many times. And Balladyn ⦠The Dark wanted her. He pursued her relentlessly, and what worried her was that she enjoyed it. It felt good to have someone want her so desperately.
Then there were his kisses.
It would be so easy to give in to Balladyn. He would shield her as her King had once done. Balladyn loved her. How had she not seen it before?
Rhi shook her head viciously and turned her back on Dreagan. She was so confused. She didnât know what to do anymore or where to turn.
Then she thought of the one place she could go, the one person who she knew would always be there for her.
In a blink, she teleported from the mountain to a cabin deep in the forest. She had taken only two steps to the porch when the door opened and Phelan appeared.
The Warriorâs smile dimmed when he saw her. âGrab the whisky,â he said over his shoulder to his wife and Druid, Aisley.
Phelan didnât say another word. He opened his arms and Rhi walked into them, burying her head in his chest. He held her tightly, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
âDo you want to talk?â he asked softly.
She shook her head. It felt good to be able to lean on someone. Phelan was the only one who didnât want something from her. He was the only one she could show weakness to and know he would never use it against her.
âItâs been weeks, Rhi,â the immortal Highlander said. âIâve been worried.â
Rhi still remembered the first time she had spoken to Phelan. As a Warrior, a man with a primeval god inside him, he had been torn about his feelings for Aisley.
Phelanâs blood could heal anyone of any ailment. The only thing he couldnât do was bring someone back from the dead. He
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