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knowledge that they now had hope in the form of Lucan.
    “I guess not. He’s not worth it, anyway,” Lucan muttered, dumping his body into the grave he’d dug.
    Lucan might not think Ramsey was worth it and he was right. Lord Ulwyn, on the other hand, would be furious to know that one of his prized enforcers had been dealt with by a complete stranger.
    She might know that he was native to these parts but others didn’t, and Lord Ulwyn would view him as an interloper that had to be put down as quickly as possible. She hoped he was a fierce a warrior as Ava told her he was because hell fury was going to come to his doorstep within the next few days.
    “That sorry deed is done. One more evil man has been cleansed from this world,” Lucan muttered, walking back to his horse. “Will you be coming with me while I give this shovel back to Nell and Brett or do you have other things to do, Kitty Cat?”
    He came toward her, narrowing the distance between them in two long strides.
    She held her ground where she was perched on the fence, her tail continuing to move lazily, and waited until his face was close to hers. She lost herself in his eyes, drowning in the wave of emotions that flooded him. She wanted to give him comfort. She wanted to ease his worries, and relieve him of the immense burden her carried.
    He took his glove off and gingerly extended his hand toward her. He must have expected her to hiss, scratch or bite at him. Instead, she allowed him to touch her.
    His hand rubbed the top of her head, and she purred and leaned into the gentle caress. He moved his hands to scratch at her ears. He obviously had a soft spot for animals, because he hadn’t attempted to harm her in any way.
    This was a feather in his cap, for a man that could be kind to animals could be trusted, at least in her experience anyway.
    She allowed him to massage her a little more, reveling in his gentle touch. He would be lovely in bed, he would make her reach heights that no other man could.
    When he started to reach out for her with his other hand as if he wanted to scoop her up, she knew she had to bolt but he’d lulled her into such a drowsy state that she didn’t react quickly enough and before she knew it, he held her up cradled to his chest.
    That was it, she’d just used up a life as she fell into ecstasy in his arms. She purred and moaned like she’d only done for one other man.
    When sanity once again settled over her, droplets of rain hit her fur. Soon, it would be teeming from the sky and it would drench them both.
    Thunder claps crashed through the clearing and lightning danced through the sky in the distance. It was so loud it was as if twenty cannons were firing. It wasn’t a good time to be at the mercy of the elements.
    They had wicked storms in this area of Shardizar. And it was going to get worse before it got better.
    He looked to the sky and frowned.
    “It looks like we’re in for a hell of a raging one,” he muttered. “My dear mother mused to say the Gods and Goddesses were warring in the heavens when it sounded like this.”
    Holding her with one hand, he somehow managed to get the cloak draped over his shoulders and tucked part of it around her.
    She shivered and plastered herself closer to him. Neri clung to him as if her very life depended upon it. She didn’t welcome the storm any more than he did. It was one of the things she detested most about Cambria but then, she had little place else to go.
    The only life she had was within the village of Glynneath. She cuddled into his chest and sighed, as he got up onto his horse.
    This was sheer madness. She should have slipped out of his arms before they could get this far. She’d never allowed another man to have such control over her before in her changed state.
    In fact, she wondered if he could detect the scent of magic on her.
    He was a Knight Mage after all. Perhaps, he’d already guessed that she was a changeling, in which case, she was in deep trouble.
    She