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of her hair or the shape of her mouth.
    The one thing he did remember was her Druid
green eyes. He knew he would never forget her eyes.
    He opened his own eyes and found Ahryn dozing
on the chest. Her flaxen hair had dried to a tangle of strands that
fell over her shoulder to cover her breasts. Just the thought of
her breasts sent his blood straight to his rod. He cursed and
shifted positions.
    For too long he had been without a woman,
something he would have to rectify soon. Very soon.
    To turn his mind off his need for sexual
release, he began to plan their route to the nearest gateway. Their
destination would be the Isle of Skye. It was one of the most
powerful gateways to the Fae realm, and the closest. It would only
be a two to three day journey, by his calculations, once they left
Marcus’ castle.
    Suddenly, he caught the sound of approaching
feet. He jumped up and reached for Ahryn as he fell behind a pile
of old chests. He looked down to tell her not to speak when he
found her gazing at his mouth.
    With his body still in a vicious state of
need, just the idea that she might want him sent a bolt of fierce
hunger running through him. The blanket she had secured around her
had come loose, allowing him a sight of her flesh from her shoulder
to the swell of her breast. He swallowed and made himself raise his
gaze to hers.
    “Someone comes,” he said just before someone
tried the door.
    He could hear mumbling outside the door, but
he couldn’t make out the words. If they busted down the door there
was no where for him and Ahryn to hide. He realized then that they
must leave the castle immediately. Under cover of darkness would be
the best, but Lugus didn’t know if they could stay that long before
being discovered.
    “I think they’ve gone,” Ahryn said
softly.
    Lugus rolled from atop her and held out his
hand to help her to her feet. “How do you feel?”
    “The chill has left me,” she said.
    He nodded, pleased with her answer. “We’ll
leave tonight.”
    “Do you think we can last that long before
Marcus finds us?”
    “He’s a man, Ahryn, and he’s arrogant. Which
means he will never suspect us of being here. Whoever was at the
door just now was not Marcus or his guards.”
    She nodded and adjusted the blanket. Lugus
remembered the gown he had gotten from Jonathon and retrieved it
for Ahryn. “I’m not sure of the fit, but it will be better than the
blanket.”
    She smiled and accepted the gown. “Thank you.
Again.”
    He turned his back as she reached for her now
dry shift. He heard material rustle and could imagine the blanket
falling to the ground as she slid the shift over her head and it
slid slowly down her lithe body.
    With an inward curse, he closed his eyes and
tried to think of anything but Ahryn’s naked body.
    “How do I look?” she asked.
    Lugus said a silent prayer of thanks that she
had finished and turned toward her. The plain gown was a soft blue
that brought out her eyes even more. It fit remarkably well except
for the length.
    “It’s a little short,” she said and looked
down at her feet.
    “No one will notice.”
    She laughed. “Then you obviously don’t know
women very well at all.”
    He smiled inwardly as he reached for the food
Jonathon had packed for them.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    “I’m only going to ask this once more,
Jonathon,” Marcus said as he looked at the ruby ring on his right
hand. “Tell me where Lugus is.”
    The men holding Jonathon jerked back on his
arm. Jonathon growled in pain. “I’ve already told you, milord, I
have no idea where he is.”
    “Is it not true that you supply him with
leather?”
    “You know it is. You commissioned a sword
from him.”
    Lugus withdrew the small dirk from his waist
and brought it to Jonathon’s throat. “I can kill you right this
instant. You and your family,” he added. “Lugus has something of
mine and I want it back. Now, tell me. When was the last time you
saw him?”
    “Yesterday. He came and bought some