meant to be shared with her betroth ed , not an Oiche Sith, who didn ' t have the decency to leave her untouched. As much as he wanted to be with her, he feared his association with her would cause her reputation harm, but that was the least of her trouble s .
Twice now, he 'd witnessed her being attacked by a blood drinker. Even if he could find a way for her to survive the blooding, what kind of life would she have in his world? He rubbed the tense muscles in the back of his neck.
Loreto would be furious; he stabbed him through the heart. Even though it was well deserved to stop him, Loreto w ould think otherwise and seek revenge. He may not know it was Adryanna who first shot him, but Fergal did. The male had seen her face. He would be able to pick Adryanna out among the Lathe Sith.
" I should have ended Fergal ' s life and left him for the sun. " If the guards never found the body, they would never know his death was intentional.
As soon as Twilight lit the sky, he would deal with Fergal. He covered him with leaves, but maybe the sun ' s rays would find him anyway. He prayed the lowly dog burned in the sun. It would make his life easier. At home, he ' d have to face Loreto and his parents. No doubt , Loreto had already spun a perverted version of the story. Luckily for him, Loreto ' s tales of woe and pity never fooled their parents. They would want to know his side of the story before a judgment was made.
The creaking of hinges set his blood cold. He flew to his feet. Someone had entered the house. He inhaled deeply, hoping it was Adryanna, but the scent was off. It was woodsier, thicker and… male . His ears picked up the uneven gait and he knew it was Adryanna ' s father. His footfalls halted at Adryanna ' s door. Bram stood, unmoving, not breathing les t her father hear him.
The doorknob turned. He flitted to where he knew he ' d be hidden behind the door as it opened. The old man stood there for a long moment as if he sensed Bram ' s presence. Why had he returned home when Adryanna claimed he never came home until the evening meal?
Light shone in the room through the open door, but luckily the sun ' s rays did not reach where he stood. He would not have to worry about hiding; his burnt flesh would give him away. Adryanna ' s father took another step inside the room. He could see the back of the old man 's head . His hair was silver, but strands of gold and red were still evident. He ' d never seen one of the ancients of the Lathe Sith clan up close.
Loreto had met the parents of his mate. He told him their faces were like withered apples. He boasted how he was glad his mate died on their wedding night so he would not have to endure seeing her wither in such a way. However, Loreto was not always a reliable source.
Adryanna spoke of her parents. She never hinted their features were repulsive.
Her father cleared his throat. " Are you such a coward that you let my daughter hide you away in her room? "
Bram lifted a brow at the old man ' s bravery. Adryanna inherited her father ' s spunk. Bram stepped from the shadows, careful to avoid the light seeping in through the open door. " Would you mind if I shut the door? "
The old man jumped at the sound of his voice, but he didn ' t skitter away. He turned to face him. The old man ' s features beheld weathered lines creasing his flesh, but it wasn ' t hideous to behold. It rather gave his face character, the lines telling the story of his life.
" You are a looker, I will grant you that. " Her father ' s voice was strong and sure. The old man ' s expression and unnerving gaze reminded him of his father when he was about to reprimand him. " Why are you here, Oiche Sith? "
He supposed both clans were similar when it came to parents and their children. " I overstayed my time in the forest and night turned to day before I knew it. Your daughter was kind enough to give me shelter from the sun. That is all. I will be gone as soon as Twilight is upon us. "
The old man
Twice now, he 'd witnessed her being attacked by a blood drinker. Even if he could find a way for her to survive the blooding, what kind of life would she have in his world? He rubbed the tense muscles in the back of his neck.
Loreto would be furious; he stabbed him through the heart. Even though it was well deserved to stop him, Loreto w ould think otherwise and seek revenge. He may not know it was Adryanna who first shot him, but Fergal did. The male had seen her face. He would be able to pick Adryanna out among the Lathe Sith.
" I should have ended Fergal ' s life and left him for the sun. " If the guards never found the body, they would never know his death was intentional.
As soon as Twilight lit the sky, he would deal with Fergal. He covered him with leaves, but maybe the sun ' s rays would find him anyway. He prayed the lowly dog burned in the sun. It would make his life easier. At home, he ' d have to face Loreto and his parents. No doubt , Loreto had already spun a perverted version of the story. Luckily for him, Loreto ' s tales of woe and pity never fooled their parents. They would want to know his side of the story before a judgment was made.
The creaking of hinges set his blood cold. He flew to his feet. Someone had entered the house. He inhaled deeply, hoping it was Adryanna, but the scent was off. It was woodsier, thicker and… male . His ears picked up the uneven gait and he knew it was Adryanna ' s father. His footfalls halted at Adryanna ' s door. Bram stood, unmoving, not breathing les t her father hear him.
The doorknob turned. He flitted to where he knew he ' d be hidden behind the door as it opened. The old man stood there for a long moment as if he sensed Bram ' s presence. Why had he returned home when Adryanna claimed he never came home until the evening meal?
Light shone in the room through the open door, but luckily the sun ' s rays did not reach where he stood. He would not have to worry about hiding; his burnt flesh would give him away. Adryanna ' s father took another step inside the room. He could see the back of the old man 's head . His hair was silver, but strands of gold and red were still evident. He ' d never seen one of the ancients of the Lathe Sith clan up close.
Loreto had met the parents of his mate. He told him their faces were like withered apples. He boasted how he was glad his mate died on their wedding night so he would not have to endure seeing her wither in such a way. However, Loreto was not always a reliable source.
Adryanna spoke of her parents. She never hinted their features were repulsive.
Her father cleared his throat. " Are you such a coward that you let my daughter hide you away in her room? "
Bram lifted a brow at the old man ' s bravery. Adryanna inherited her father ' s spunk. Bram stepped from the shadows, careful to avoid the light seeping in through the open door. " Would you mind if I shut the door? "
The old man jumped at the sound of his voice, but he didn ' t skitter away. He turned to face him. The old man ' s features beheld weathered lines creasing his flesh, but it wasn ' t hideous to behold. It rather gave his face character, the lines telling the story of his life.
" You are a looker, I will grant you that. " Her father ' s voice was strong and sure. The old man ' s expression and unnerving gaze reminded him of his father when he was about to reprimand him. " Why are you here, Oiche Sith? "
He supposed both clans were similar when it came to parents and their children. " I overstayed my time in the forest and night turned to day before I knew it. Your daughter was kind enough to give me shelter from the sun. That is all. I will be gone as soon as Twilight is upon us. "
The old man
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