confusion and sadness were understandable. If he could make her transition into this place smoother, he would, but she was a stranger in a strange land. He understood, but she couldn’t languish for long or Tuatha De Danann would break her.
The veil opened both ways. There were stories about otherworlders finding their way to his lands only to meet a quick death, become slaves, or worse, blithering idiots. This was a dangerous place with beasts that would eat you as quick as look at you. Landis’ exotic looks could draw attention from unsavory creatures who would want to do unmentionable things to her. The thought of another man or woman laying a hand on what he considered his made him finger the knife he wore on his belt. There was a reason he was wanted in most of the kingdoms. To preserve his land and his people he didn’t shirk at the necessity to kill.
When Landis rose, she hadn’t uttered a word. She stood in place for a moment with the cover clutched against her, closed her eyes, and inhaled. When she exhaled she opened them, and her shoulders drooped as she glanced around. Beneath the bright rays of the morning sun she reminded him of some sort of Goddess rising. The light touched her skin, giving her an unearthly glow. He’d touched her hand and she’d moved away from him, walking to the nearest shrub.
Landis was a puzzle and he was determined to figure her out. When she emerged from the foliage, he’d opened his mouth, thought better of it, then pointed at Dubh, already saddled. She did offer his unicorn a soft pat below his horn and whisper words near his ear that Lucky hadn’t been able to make out. Dubh flicked his head as if in understanding, and before Lucky knew it, the damn creature dipped and she swung up onto the beast’s back. They had traveled in silence ever since and the quiet was making him crazy. For hours he’d walked alongside them and she hadn’t glanced his way.
Now, he touched her calf and she peered down at him. “I need to talk with Tolley.” Lucky handed over the reins and muttered a few words to Dubh in Gaelic, telling the beast to behave.
With a curt nod, Landis took the leather straps in her hands.
Lucky jogged ahead. Tolley looked over at him and hefted the pack higher on his massive shoulders. Lucky pulled his hat lower on his forehead, gazing at the trail ahead of them. They would be reaching the fork in the road soon. His friend had been in a pissy mood since Landis’ arrival. “Do we have a problem, Tolley?”
“Nope, but when you decide to bed a woman, you might want to keep it down.” Tolley stared ahead. “Oh, yes. I’m coming!” he said, his tone pitched high to mimic a woman’s voice and shuddered as if in the throes of passion.
“Landis did not do that.”
“How would you know? Oh fuck, yes, Mo Shearc , yes.” Tolley’s voice went deep. Then he dropped his head back and moaned loudly.
Lucky turned his head to see if Landis noticed them. Dubh kept an even pace and she stared straight ahead. “What is it about Landis you don’t like?” He sighed.
“She’s selfish, and you don’t treat her like a casual fuck. The woman is not one of us! Hell, you were moaning ‘beloved’ in your sleep all night.” Tolley stabbed a thumb in the air in Landis’ direction. “Not like the others, and that one will hurt you. She won’t stay here, and you can’t follow her when she leaves.”
“I think I can handle it, old friend, without your painful reminders.” Lucky gripped his side where Tolley had kicked him earlier. “You seem to have forgotten you weren’t one of us either, but that didn’t stop my mum from taking you in. You’re right. She is different, and I’m anxious to see in just how many ways. I’m well aware of what can and cannot happen. Stop acting like a petulant child and grow the fuck up.” Lucky exhaled. “I’m going to pick up provisions in Fachan. Do you need anything?”
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