I stare at Taran. My thoughts seem to stop, and the numbness has completely taken hold. “I don’t know. My mind was racing, but all my thoughts have now stopped.”
Taran’s suggestion of a temporary claim stuns me. His willingness to risk outsiders knowing he’s a dragon is surprising. Especially since he is risking it to save me from a possible life of misery.
In a soothing voice, Taran says, “It’s overwhelming.” He is still hovering over me with a look I’ve never noticed from him before. I’m not sure what it means. Taran normally looks stoic and emotionless. This look isn’t. There is emotion—a tenderness in his eyes that conveys his sincerity of protecting me at all cost.
I still can’t manage to say anything. My mind is numb. The questions I should ask aren’t pushing through. Even if they did, I don’t think my voice would ask them.
“I’ll make you some tea a
The cottage is small and there is no running water. It is just one room. There is a small wardrobe with a place to hang clothes and two bottom drawers. A shelf held books from the floor to the ceiling. A small hearth sits in the middle of the adjacent wall. On the far wall is a small twin bed.“You will eat your meals with us. Drink with us. Only for sleeping, will you be here.” The Huldrea said.I lay my bags on the bed. The lower part of the walls and around the bed look as if a child painted on them. “Did a child stay here?”“The last sorcerous that trained with the spirits painted those. It was long ago, over five centuries.”I look at the wall amazed, “Must be some good paint.”“Please take a few minutes to unpack. My sisters are cooking for the first meal of the day. You have until I return to settle.” She turns and leaves before I can respond.I turn towards the bed. How will Taran and I fit on this together? I place my bags on the bed. It creaks and bows under the weight of my
Taran took me shopping yesterday. He bought me clothes, luggage, and toiletries I will want when on the Isle of Spirits. I stare at my bags, wondering if I’m missing anything.An arm wraps around my waist, then a hand pushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck. Soft, gentle lips caress my neck up to my jaw. “Are you wearing those little lacey things?” Taran whispered.I smiled, “Would you like to check?”“Yes,” Taran runs his nose up my neck, “We can be a little late to meet with Willow. Why don’t you remove these pants, and I will make sure those lacey things fit properly.”“You checked them last night, remember? You pulled me onto the bed, then punished me for having clothes in bed,” I teased.Taran lets out a sound of satisfaction, “Is your arse still sore?”“In places, yes.”“Good, then while you’re gone, you can remember me.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I could give you another reminder, if you want.” Taran’s hands grasp my hips.“Will you help me settle into where I
TaranI watch Tru and her nephews hunt for shells on the beach. Since we removed her from the wolf pack four months ago, she has become Tru again, my Tru. The laughter, the smiles, the attitude—everything is how it was before her mother passed. It feels bittersweet. Soon, Tru will go to the Isle of Spirits.“She looks better,” Bill says absently as he watches Tru.I nod, “She’s happy.”We both stand in silence, until Bill says, “I would do anything to go back to that funeral. If I could’ve handled things differently, everyone would be happier.”“Her magic was waking. We couldn’t stop the event from happening, only slowed them.” I tell him.“Still, maybe you would’ve found a different option than leaving her with Bryan,” Bill says angrily.I’m silent for a moment, “There were too many who wanted to hurt her. Tru would be in danger. Besides, I don’t know if I could stay away.” I sigh, “I made a deal with him, that is what kept me from her. That is how I kept her safe.”“Do you truly bel
I sit on the edge of the deck reading the book Taran gave me while listening to the crashing waves. I’ve ignored Taran for hours. My stomach has growled for over an hour, but I don’t want to see Taran in the house. This hiding is extremely childish, but I just cannot face him.“I brought you something to eat,” Taran's deep voice is soft as he sets a plate down beside me.In a passive tone, I replied, “I’m not hungry.”“Tell that to your stomach. I’ve heard it since I walked into the house.” Taran sits down beside me. “Can I explain now?”“What is there to explain?” I asked, annoyed.“It was shortly after we met, just before we mated, that you were having nightmares. One night, you stopped breathing, and a red mark appeared on your chest. I had to shake you awake. You clung to me. It was the scariest moment of my life. You almost died, and I was just in the other room. That is when you asked me to go into your mind and see your dream. I told you that it would allow me to see everything
I look at Taran. “You would’ve let me go?”“If you were happy, yes.”“Why?” I asked in barely a whisper.“Why have I done any of this, little dove?” Taran asked while he gestured towards the house and island. “Find the answer to that and you will know my motivation for everything I do.”“Why won’t you just tell me?”Taran smirks at me, “Because words mean nothing without actions. I could tell you I hate root vegetables, but if all you saw me eat was beets. Would you believe me? If I told you my favorite dessert was ice cream, but I only ate cake, would you consider me a liar?”I shake my head, “Maybe. But I also do not like to assume things.”“You aren’t assuming if I’m showing you.”I sigh, “You’re just not going to tell me anything, are you?”Taran shrugs, “What do you want to know?”“Did I dream about you before I went to the wolf pack?” I asked.Taran nods. “Yes.”I wait for a moment. “Are you going to elaborate?”“No.”I cross my arms. “Why not?”“Because, little dove, there are
“Try again,” Taran says gently.“We have been at this for hours. I’m not improving,” I reply, annoyed.Taran gives a sly half smile, “You’re still standing, that is something.”“I’m standing out of spite,” I hiss.“Yesterday by this time you were on your knees,” Taran explained.“Yes, and a wind out of nowhere pushed up my dress.”Taran’s sly smile only grows, “Wind is a precarious thing.”My eyes cut to him. I know he caused it. “Yes. One day I will learn to control it too.”“I have no doubt,” Taran replies. “Again,” Taran whispers.“Why are we doing this anyway? Who cares if I can grow fruit on a tree?” I demand.“You were able to grow a flower, this is the next step. This is helping you learn to stay balanced and work your magic. The more you exercise it, the easier it will become.”I roll my eyes, then focus my attention back on the small tree. I begin trying to concentrate my magic, but it comes out in spurts. “Breathe, Trudy. The energy you bring in needs to match the magic you
That freedom lasted less than a day. I had warned her father and brothers not to talk about what happened. I don’t want to lie more than necessary. The curse I used could claim Tru’s life if I do not finish destroying the dragon rebellion. David had to bring up Cindy. Though I was angry that he could’ve hurt his sister, it also told me a lot about why Tru locked herself away. She believed she had killed a pregnant Cindy in front of David and the rest of her family. When David and Bill started to argue, Tru ignored them. She seemed fine until she saw her mother. I could see Tru walking back to the prison cell in her mind as she grabbed her mother.At first, I was angry. I fully expected Tru to push me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she brought me into the cell with her. It was uncharted territory for me. I decided to give Tru control. The cell door was gone thanks to the night before; now, it was up to Tru. We would leave when she was ready.Later that night, while we were in the pool,
TaranI finally have Tru back home with me. She wasn’t herself at first. It is clear she barely remembers our dreams, but she remembers enough to recognize me.I shouldn’t have threatened Tru about having my heir. I just needed the damn wall she built around herself gone. I needed Tru, my Tru, and I only knew one way to find her.The first time I ever saw Tru, really saw her, was our first time in that hotel. Somehow sex broke down our walls. It was always like that. Anytime that wolf hurt her, Cindy angered her, or she felt sadness of her mother, I found Tru during sex. It broke down every barrier. The same was true for me. Anytime the pressures or frustrations got to me, Tru knew how to break through to me.Our first time back together, Tru asked me to be gentle. It was unlike her. That’s when I noticed the fear in her eyes. I realized then how much Tru was hiding, not just from me, but herself. That is why I gave her a fantasy. There were minor differences, but the main part of Tru
We walk back to the house. There is a small stairway on the other side of a large, empty room. We descend into a room where a pool resides. There are no windows, but stones in the wall seem to glow. I approach one, my fingers gently glide over it. The stone flickers. I hear music. The stones seem to be humming. All the stones flicker one by one, playing a melody that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place.“Now they are going to show off for you,” Taran says with amusement.I can’t help but smile. “What song is this?”Taran shakes his head, “I cannot hear them, I can only see them.”My smile fades. “Really?”Taran nods, “You were blessed by the spirits. You can see and hear things others cannot.”I shrug, “I’m not good with magic. I used to make smoke animals to entertain children, but their parents felt uncomfortable with it, so I stopped. Then I tried at home, but after a few mishaps, it was strongly advised that I didn’t continue”.“Show me,” Taran says.I feel slightly embarrass