Page 75 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
"So you'd understand that I don't mean you any harm. You are more powerful here, Tierra. Truly if you buried me on this sacred ground, I'm not altogether positive that I could dig my way out of the grave."
"That's information you shouldn't share with me." She considered him quizzically.
"It makes you feel safer more powerful to be here, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Then if I alight, you won't attempt to bury me?"
"No promises," she muttered.
He chuckled again, the sound sexy and completely disarming. She lowered her hands and gave him a nod that it was safe to land.
"I do love your kittenish side."
Kittenish? She was a damn earth witch, one that had kicked his ass a time or two.
"All right, more lioness. Better?" he asked, reading her easier than she'd like.
"State your case so I can go home. By that I meanwalkhome, not fly," she clarified. Her sisters had to be frantic with worry by now. She attempted to send a message to reassure them, but Killian stopped her with a hand on her arm.
"Don't. In fact, I need you to seclude them even further. You send out a beacon, it won't only be your sisters who will pick up the transmission. You have the ability to hide us from the world here in the
Standing Stones. It will be like we're the only ones on the planet."
"How—?" she started to ask and then instantly she knew. Felt the truth of it flowing in her veins. Twice now, her blood had been spilt inside these stones, shrouded in mystery and legend. Once when she'd been born in this very place, and then months ago when she'd died. She'd stood over her body, held the hand of her unborn child while Killian and her sisters fought to bring her back.
Tierra closed her eyes and called upon the vegetation thriving within the mist creeping along the forest floor and weeping down the sides of the cliffs. The locals called this area Siren's Cry because the wind whistled through the stones, sounding like a grieving woman. Moisture teared down the rock-faced cliff and pooled to the turbulent ocean below adding to the mystery.
As her mother had before her, Tierra had the flora fan the fog to the stones and choked the pathways with vines and thorns, canopying leaves and branches into a shield until she and Killian all but disappeared.
Nowtherewas a cloaking spell. Finished, she opened her eyes and stared into Killian's.
"That was very well done," he said, a mix of pride and trepidation in his voice. "You are more tuned in to your power than I thought. I shouldn't be surprised that you and your sisters continue to astonish us."
"Should you be telling me this?"
"No, I shouldn't." He gave her a deprecating smile. "But I can't seem to help myself where you are concerned."
"Why? We're strangers."
"I wouldn't exactly call us strangers."
"Enemies?"
"I'd like to think we can get past both as we’re going to be parents."Parents. She hadn't gotten used to the pregnancy word yet. Parenting with this man was beyond comprehension.
"Whether enemies or strangers, it didn't stop us from making love the day we met. And it won't stop us now." He paced toward her, and they started to circle each other in a dangerous dance mirrored by the stones.
"That isn't going to happen. It shouldn't have happened last time."
"I took your virgin's blood. Do you know what that does to a man?"
"Uh...no." Who knew men cared about that kind of stuff in this day and age? But then he wasn't from this day and age, and she needed to not forget that.
"No one has touched you but me.Only me." The possession in his eyes branded her skin.
Her heart thundered in her ears, and she knew he heard it, felt her excitement and fear, and fed on both. "How do you know I haven't slept with hundreds of men since you and I—"
