Indecent: The Moray Druids #2 (Highland Historical) Read Free Page A

were afraid. Ignorant. They didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like beasts.
    The Berserker still held her, his grip becoming stronger, his teeth sharper, his eyes impossibly darker. Of all the abbey’s in the world, why did this warrior have to pick hers ?
    When a terrified scream from a young novice drew his attention, Kenna knew she had to act now and live with the consequences.
    Feeding on the anger of Mother Superior, the terror of her sisters, and the heat burning from the warrior before her, she drew the flames from the torches beneath the awning and created a wall of fire.
    Battle-hewn Viking warriors jumped away from the blaze, lest it claim their flesh, and then their lives. Pagans had an innate fear of fire these days, as so many were sentenced to suffer a Christian death within walls just like these.
    But this inferno couldn’t be extinguished by the rain, could not be breached by the brave. And it cut Kenna and this frenzied creature of death from the rest of the world, from men now desperate to reach their leader, and from women desperate to escape him.
    Kenna and the beast were truly alone.
    And now that he was trapped with her between a wall of stone and a wall of flames, his soulless eyes promised retribution.
     “You don’t know what you’ve done,” she told the terrifyingly handsome monster staring down at her with those fathomless eyes.
    Nor did he seem to care.
    Still caught in his clutches, she gasped when he swept her up and over one massive shoulder, his arms avoiding the raw lashes on her back. He carried her away from the comforting heat of the fire wall. Away from the frantic cacophony of whimpering women, and bellowing Vikings.
    Where did he plan on taking her?
    Ducking beneath the awning, he stopped and took in two quick breaths before selecting the door that led to the kitchens and then the chambers above.  He none-too-gently climbed the back stone stairs of the abbey and stalked down two dank and narrow halls—hardly wide enough for his shoulders—before he kicked open a chamber door three down on the left.
    Her chamber door.
    His nose, it seemed, had led him here.
    Choosing to ignore those implications, Kenna couldn’t suppress a wince as the Viking lowered her to her feet, still taking care with her wounded back.
    Beneath her weight, her legs buckled as though her muscles were made of bread dough, and the beast caught her by the shoulders, propping her up.
    They shared a curious moment of investigation.
    Kenna had to tilt her neck back at an alarming angle to meet eyes as perceptive as time and yet opaque as a moonless night. They could have belonged to the devil. Hadn’t the Bible called Lucifer the Star of the Morning ? Wouldn’t a creator’s favorite son be blessed with features such as these?
    Golden-hued perfection. Skin like amber glass cut and shaped by raw bones and thick sinew. This warrior was a stoic mystery. Only a few weathered lines branching from his eyes hinted at age, or maybe just a restless spirit. His mouth, set with ruthless ferocity, called to her with an erotic challenge.
    For a man emulating violence, he also seemed relaxed.
    She wished she could step out of his grasp. It seethed with power, and power was something she needed at the moment. It called to her as though begging to be a part of her.
    And, though it should have been impossible, her body answered that call.
    Kenna considered her options, which weren’t many. She’d saved the nuns of Westmire Abbey from a violent death at the hands of this Berserker, and in doing so, she may have brought about the end of days.
    Goddess help her, but she was impetuous. Always had been. Acted with little regard and spoke with even less thought. She was supposed to be protecting the Doomsday Grimoire in this most unlikely of places. The only way she could stay hidden from the evil witches searching for it was to refrain from using her fire magick.
    Now she’d not only used it, but drained the rest of the powers