Undying Hope by Emma Weylin Page B

there was more worrying him. If she could sort out what was really going on...
    “No need to sort.”
    Her eyes went huge when she heard the voice. It wasn’t Quinn exactly, but it could be him. His eyes were glowing an eerie red color and the muscles under them were twitching. Oh dear. Quinn’s power was talking to her. “ Oh? Why not?”
    A brush of gentle energy flowed through her. “ He’d rather die than see you suffer.”
    “And you?” She winced after she asked because Quinn was looking like he was about ready to explode. “ What do you want?”
    The treòir twisted around her and through her in a giddy rush. “ I want to see you live. I want to live. I want him to live.”
    She wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wasn’t moving, and she wasn’t sure what to make of that. This could be bad. Very, very bad, but this treòir was part of Quinn. She wanted to get to know his power. “ What about the suffering?”
    “You will survive, and there are ways to limit the pain. He holds valid fears. Do not discount them, but do not discount me.”
    Quinn’s eyes flashed gold, and the voice and the feeling of his power surrounding her faded. She captured his face and kissed him before he could start bellowing at her. Quinn was afraid of the conversion. That was enough to make her want to find out more before she went off half-cocked and demand he change her into an Undying. She would be wiser to know what she was getting herself into before jumping in. Quinn might also calm down if he knew what to expect.
    He broke the kiss as he glared at her with golden glowing eyes. “Never talk to it again!”
    She winced but kept a hold of his face. As scary and intimidating as he was, she needed to pull on her big girl panties. All powerful Cadeyrn was not synonymous with tyrannical brute. She’d seen too much of him to ever think that. “I will do what is best for myself and for my mate.”
    “Haven, you will not—”
    “I respect you as Cadeyrn,” she interrupted him. “I would appreciate if you started to respect me as your Reannon. We will discuss these things properly.” She bit her lower lip and then smiled at him. “Your power was sweet and very gentle. There was nothing for you to worry about.”
    * * * *
    Donovan studied her. As his mate, she’d have to come into contact with his power at some point, but damn it, he knew how dangerous the treòir was if left unchecked. He did not want all of that power accidently getting agitated when she was close. The damage done would be unforgiveable. “It is not safe for you.”
    A smile threatened the corners of her mouth. She brushed a strand of hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. “How’s that headache you get when you need to control him?”
    He huffed. “I don’t have one.”
    “Exactly,” she said and slipped off his lap. “ He is not going to hurt me anymore than you would.”
    Donovan did not like this at all. She should not have any kind of warm and fuzzy feeling toward his treòir , but it was there, emanating around her. “You must understand how dangerous my power is.”
    “And I do,” she said as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his before tugging to get him to get up. “But I am not Kyros or any other thing you fight. What reason would your power have to harm me?”
    “Tell her that I am not accustomed to being let out near delicate women, but I will need practice.”
    Donovan dragged himself up off the couch as he shook his head. Then he repeated to her what the treòir had said. “Do you understand? It’s dangerous for you.”
    She tugged him toward the stairs. “I heard you, but it’s not going to squash me into paste. It said it needed practice being gentle. Two very different things.”
    “Haven!”
    “Quinn!” she shot back before he could finish. “Look, I am not asking you to let it out and take control of you for forever. But I am not going to be denied