The Selkie Sorceress (Seal Island Trilogy, Book 3) by Sophie Moss Page B
Authors: Sophie Moss
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and dropped it over the chair. She turned off the oven, where a pan of sugared rosemary was baking for a new tincture.
Dominic turned, watching her walk to the door. “Where are you going?”
“To Glenna’s,” Tara said, glancing over her shoulder. “To have a look around.”
SAM WHISTLED IN appreciation at the black two-seater Mercedes with buttery leather interior. “ This is your car?”
Glenna smiled, hitting the unlock button on her remote key pad. The small fishing village of Sheridan was bustling with tourists who’d traveled to the coast at the last minute to take advantage of the sunny weather. Doors to the colorful shops were propped open, beckoning visitors to browse Celtic charms and hand-knit wool sweaters. Lobstermen were pulling up their cages and traps, their frustrated curses echoing over the bay when they found them empty again.
Sam ran his hands over the gleaming finish. “Can I drive?”
Glenna smirked, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Not a chance.”
Sam folded his tall frame into the passenger seat and she eased the sleek car into the street, steering around a family nibbling on a basket of fish and chips. She pressed on the gas, shifting gears as they climbed the hill leading up to the highway. The mountains of Connemara loomed in the distance.
It felt good to be behind the wheel, to be back in control. Glenna rolled down the window, letting the warm wind play through her hair. She had a lot to think about after last night. Sleeping with Sam might not have been the brightest idea, but it didn’t change the fact that she still had to stop him from finding Brigid. The problem was now she had two goals—to protect Brigid and Sam. And she wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to accomplish both.
She knew she couldn’t let Sam out of her sight. Not after what Moira had said on the beach—that she had a plan for him. She glanced at Sam out of the corner of her eye when he reached for the radio dial and fiddled with the stations, settling on a mix of folk and country. He stretched his legs and closed his eyes to take a nap. How could he relax at a time like this?
Oh, right, because Sam was certain they could break the curse. Glenna’s fingers gripped the wheel. But Sam had only caught a glimpse of what Moira was capable of last November. Now that she had Nuala’s powers, there was only one way to stop her.
Glenna scanned the craggy peaks of the Twelve Bens. She needed to draw out the truth. Stealing a glance at Sam to make sure his eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, she reached under her seat and pulled out a long curved blade. With one hand on the wheel, she slid the knife into a hidden cut-out inside her leather boot.
She had sworn to protect Brigid—even if it meant protecting her from the man she was falling for.
O wen’s eyes widened as he and Brennan rounded the corner to the harbor. The tide was so high the water had swallowed the pier. Boats floated above the docks, knocking into each other. Brennan leaned on his cane, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe his brow. “Haven’t seen a tide this high in years.”
Owen offered the elderly man his arm as they walked down the hill to join the rest of the villagers gathered on the hillside. He spotted Ashling, clutching her mother’s hand. Kelsey stood in the middle of the crowd with Fiona. Donal Riley shielded his eyes from the sun, gazing out at the driftwood floating at the mouth of the harbor. “We’re going to need to move it so Finn can get the ferry back in.”
“Aye.” Jack Dooley rolled up the legs of his pants. “I’ll help you get the nets ready.”
Sarah Dooley wrung her hands as the men started walking down the hill to the water’s edge. “First, the tides are so low fish are washing up on the beaches, and now this? What’s happening to our home?”
When Ashling turned her face into her mother’s skirts, Mary Gallagher stroked a comforting hand over her
Dominic turned, watching her walk to the door. “Where are you going?”
“To Glenna’s,” Tara said, glancing over her shoulder. “To have a look around.”
SAM WHISTLED IN appreciation at the black two-seater Mercedes with buttery leather interior. “ This is your car?”
Glenna smiled, hitting the unlock button on her remote key pad. The small fishing village of Sheridan was bustling with tourists who’d traveled to the coast at the last minute to take advantage of the sunny weather. Doors to the colorful shops were propped open, beckoning visitors to browse Celtic charms and hand-knit wool sweaters. Lobstermen were pulling up their cages and traps, their frustrated curses echoing over the bay when they found them empty again.
Sam ran his hands over the gleaming finish. “Can I drive?”
Glenna smirked, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Not a chance.”
Sam folded his tall frame into the passenger seat and she eased the sleek car into the street, steering around a family nibbling on a basket of fish and chips. She pressed on the gas, shifting gears as they climbed the hill leading up to the highway. The mountains of Connemara loomed in the distance.
It felt good to be behind the wheel, to be back in control. Glenna rolled down the window, letting the warm wind play through her hair. She had a lot to think about after last night. Sleeping with Sam might not have been the brightest idea, but it didn’t change the fact that she still had to stop him from finding Brigid. The problem was now she had two goals—to protect Brigid and Sam. And she wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to accomplish both.
She knew she couldn’t let Sam out of her sight. Not after what Moira had said on the beach—that she had a plan for him. She glanced at Sam out of the corner of her eye when he reached for the radio dial and fiddled with the stations, settling on a mix of folk and country. He stretched his legs and closed his eyes to take a nap. How could he relax at a time like this?
Oh, right, because Sam was certain they could break the curse. Glenna’s fingers gripped the wheel. But Sam had only caught a glimpse of what Moira was capable of last November. Now that she had Nuala’s powers, there was only one way to stop her.
Glenna scanned the craggy peaks of the Twelve Bens. She needed to draw out the truth. Stealing a glance at Sam to make sure his eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, she reached under her seat and pulled out a long curved blade. With one hand on the wheel, she slid the knife into a hidden cut-out inside her leather boot.
She had sworn to protect Brigid—even if it meant protecting her from the man she was falling for.
O wen’s eyes widened as he and Brennan rounded the corner to the harbor. The tide was so high the water had swallowed the pier. Boats floated above the docks, knocking into each other. Brennan leaned on his cane, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe his brow. “Haven’t seen a tide this high in years.”
Owen offered the elderly man his arm as they walked down the hill to join the rest of the villagers gathered on the hillside. He spotted Ashling, clutching her mother’s hand. Kelsey stood in the middle of the crowd with Fiona. Donal Riley shielded his eyes from the sun, gazing out at the driftwood floating at the mouth of the harbor. “We’re going to need to move it so Finn can get the ferry back in.”
“Aye.” Jack Dooley rolled up the legs of his pants. “I’ll help you get the nets ready.”
Sarah Dooley wrung her hands as the men started walking down the hill to the water’s edge. “First, the tides are so low fish are washing up on the beaches, and now this? What’s happening to our home?”
When Ashling turned her face into her mother’s skirts, Mary Gallagher stroked a comforting hand over her
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