hadn’t
reopened it, she let out a sigh.
“ I told you,” he said as he
shifted to his back.
Adrianna shook her head, but couldn’t stop
the smile from her lips. “Are you hungry?”
“ Famished.”
“ I’ll get you something to
eat. Rest while you can.”
Grayson let out a deep breath and threw his
good arm over his eyes. He hadn’t realized how much effort he would
need just to rise from the bed and walk to the entrance. It had
taken everything he had not to fall flat on his face in front of
the two men Adrianna had been speaking with.
From what he’d heard, at
least one of the men, Milosh he guessed, was leader of the gypsies.
The other looked so much like Milosh that he had to be related. But
what had turned Grayon’s blood to ice had been Adrianna mentioning
Drogan and Serena. How did she know them? And what exactly did she
know?
He’d meant to ask her but,
when she’d fallen on top of him, all he’d been able to do was get
himself lost in her pale blue gaze and sink into her soft curves.
Despite his weakness and wound, his cock had roared to life,
begging for relief. If only Grayson could give in to that need and
taste the tempting morsel Adrianna was.
It was the smell of food that made him lift
his arm. Adrianna smiled as she climbed into the wagon. His stomach
rumbled at the smell, his mouth watering for a taste.
While Adrianna settled herself, Grayson sat
up and leaned against the side of the cart.
“ Careful. It’s hot,” she
said as she handed him the bowl.
As hungry as Grayson was, he didn’t really
care. Though he craved roasted boar or pheasant, he wasn’t about to
turn away the stew before him. Any food right now would help
strengthen him.
And he had to be ready when the evil
arrived. For it would return.
“ Tell me,” he said between
bites. “How do you know Drogan and Serena?”
She hesitated so long he wondered if she was
going to answer. Finally, she tucked a golden strand behind her ear
and said, “How well do you know Serena?”
“ I know what she is, if
that is what you’re asking.” He closed his eyes and savored the
delicious taste of the stew. Though it was most likely because he
was starving, it had to be one of the best meals he’d ever
eaten.
“ You know
she’s a bana ‐ bhuidseach ?”
Grayson met her gaze and nodded. “She’s not
the only one at Wolfglynn either.”
“ What?” she asked and
nearly came out of her chair. Her eyes had grown large with
excitement and disbelief.
He nodded and took another bite. “Her name
is Francesca. She lives on the isle across from Drogan’s
castle.”
Adrianna sank back into the
chair and closed her eyes. “Another one,” she murmured. Her eyes
flew open. “Are you sure she’s like Serena?”
“ Aye.” He continued to eat
and waited for her to admit to him that she was also a witch. He
wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did.
She bit her lip, her mind
occupied for a few moments before she came back to herself. “As for
how I know Drogan and Serena, I encountered them on their journey
from Hawthorne to Wolfglynn.”
He met her gaze and kept silent as he
ate.
After a moment she blew out a breath. “I
shouldn’t tell you.”
“ What?
That you’re also a bana ‐ bhuidseach ? I knew almost from the
moment I saw you. You have a look about you.”
“ A look?”
“ Aye. I cannot see the
magic, but it’s there. I can sense it.”
Her gaze lowered slowly. “How much do you
know of my people?”
“ Not much. I saw what
Serena and Francesca could do and know your secret must be kept
safe.”
“ Thank you.” She rose and
turned her back to him. “I wish I could meet Francesca. I wasn’t
able to spend much time with Serena. I gather she and Drogan made
it to Wolfglynn in one piece?”
“ They did. The evil
tracking them nearly succeeded in killing Drogan.”
Adrianna whirled around, her brow furrowed
with concern. “Serena sacrificed herself didn’t she?”
“ She did, but