Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

“Then I’ll tell you everything, Scot. It was bad. I’ve never been more frightened. I jumped, Regin saved me, Skathi healed me. And I lived a very long time until I met this Lykae, who was everything I should fear, and yet I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. Though I still had to run from him, I secretly thrilled every time he chased me.” Lucia knelt before him on the pallet. “Together he and I found a weapon to kill my nightmare. And together we did just that, freeing me forever and saving the world. Yet now, when all my trials are done at last, and I can finally look forward, he wants to look back.”
    MacRieve moved to kneel before her as well, cupping her face in his palms. “Because he feels if you were strong enough to face those trials, he should be strong enough to hear of them.”
    “But he doesn’t know that I plan to spend eternity with him.” She leaned up to kiss his stubborn chin. “He’ll have plenty of time to learn everything about me, and eventually I will tell him everything. At this moment, I just want to start my life with him.”
    “Life with me,” he rasped, his voice breaking low. “You said for eternity?”
    “Absolutely, Garreth.” She laid her palm against his stubbled cheek. “I’m in love with you. And I can’t lose you again.”
    His eyes were warming to that intense gold once more. “This is like the deal you offered in the jungle— the sex or secrets deal,” he said. “Except now it’s eternity or secrets?”
    “Basically, yes. I
need
some happiness. I need
you
to help me find it.”
    “You will tell me everything? Every secret you hold?”
    “I will, in time.”
    Yet he dropped his hands, sitting back against the wall. “You canna know how much I’ve wanted to hear you tellin’ me you love me.” He stared at the ground, looking lost. “And I want to make you happy,
crave
to. But now that I’ve gone under like this, it’s possible I will again. If you were ever endangered… I’ve got to be more susceptible to reverting.”
    She clutched his shoulder. “Then I won’t let you.” He was still shaking his head when she said, “Garreth MacRieve, you’ve gotten your way with me again and again. Now it’s my turn! I want you to be my man—you and no other. Are you going to deny me?”
    After long moments, he exhaled and faced her oncemore. “Nay, I canna. I love you too bluidy much.” He gazed at her with so much yearning in his eyes it staggered her—as if now he would no longer hide it. “Tell me you love me again,” he said, pulling her into his lap, holding her against his chest.
    “I love you, Garreth. With all my heart.”
    “Then I’ll take your eternity. You’re tae marry me in the morn.”
    She gave a wry grin. “I thought you’d never… dogmatically order it.” Then her smile faded.
To wed him without Regin there for the assist?
“Wait, I-I can’t. Not yet.”
    “Why the hell no’?”
    “Garreth, my sister’s missing.” She bit her bottom lip. “Regin’s been gone for days—it’s not like her to disappear. And I can’t get married without her there with me.”
    “If she’s missing, then we’ll find her.” He tipped her face up, gazing down at her “Especially if you will no’ wed me till then. Love, we’ll get her back, I swear it.” He gently brushed his lips against hers. “But first things first. Do you have a key to our cell?”

FIFTY-TWO

    “What’s happened here, lass?” Garreth asked the next morning when he returned to their suite after a half-hour-long absence. Earlier, Lucia had been in high spirits, optimistic about finding Regin. She’d wanted to fit in a quick visit with Emma—and a Valkyrie raid on the queen’s notoriously extensive wardrobe—so Garreth had fled to share a farewell scotch with Lachlain:
    “You’re off again?”
    “Aye, afraid so, brother.”
    “Garreth, one thing before you go… you marked her hard, no?”
    Now, Garreth found Lucia pensive. “What’s got you upset, love? Is it because you’ve seen how pitiably Lachlain spoils Emma? Know that I’ve planned the same for you,” he said, studying her face.
    The faint smudges under her eyes had vanished, erased after a single stretch of dreamless sleep. Last night, as soon as Lucia and Garreth had been released from their cell by a delighted Lachlain and Emma, they’d begun recuperating in Garreth’s old rooms—talking about the future, soaking in a bath together, talking some more—then