her hand. Bram ' s cool grip felt somehow reassuring as if he would keep her safe as promised. She believed him. He moved with ease with his long strides. He was a figure to be reckon ed with now. She could only imagine how he ' d appear after the blooding ritual. A fierce warrior, she was sure.
They travelled through the forest and away from Dungannon. Coomkeen lay to the north. She never traveled in this direction, which led to the rugged cliffs and to the sea. As they drew closer, the sea breeze washed over her. The air became cooler and now she wished she ' d donned her shawl when she left home.
" Are you chilled? "
" No, " she lied for fear he would turn back.
He halted his steps and turned toward her with a half-tilted grin. " You do not speak the truth. Your hand is like ice. " He let go of her and unfastened the amber jeweled fibula at his neck and removed his mantel. He stepped toward her and wrapped the warm cloak around her shoulders. His hands rested on her for a moment longer than deemed necessary before he took her hand again.
His touch did strange things to her. She shivered inside, but felt heat spread through her veins. Everything about him was a contradiction. She hated him and at the same time craved his company. His kisses frighten ed her, but they also aroused her.
They strode from the trees and over a ridge where the horizon opened up for them. In the distance, t he sea met the darkening sky in waves of dark blue and green. The wind whipped her hair in to her face and she brushed the strands away as she drew the mantel closer.
" It is beautiful. " Simple words, but she was not a bard who could command magic from lyrics.
" The Heavens greet us here, " he murmured.
She glanced at him with curiosity, her gaze shifting over his strong features with appreciation. He wore a faraway expression in his eyes and she followed his line of vision.
The turbulent sea crashed over the rocks below them, both angry and glorious in the attempt to rush toward the shore. She realized this place held a special meaning to him and he shared it with her in hopes of easing her grief. A tear slid down her cheek. Not because sorrow tore at her heart, but because no one had ever done something so thoughtful.
" Twilight is beautiful and mysterious with the sky neither completely lit nor completely dark. " He had a beautiful voice meant for song and the deep resonance with a touch of roughness soothed her. H is head tilted to the side as he regarded her quizzically . " Twilight is the melding of both day and night , as if they could prove amicable for a few precious hours. " His hand touched her cheek and his thumb brushed away a tear. " Like you and I, perhaps? "
Amicable for few precious hours. Meeting his gaze, she saw the shadow of longing made his eyes a darker blue. He offered her friendship. Had such an idea ever come to fruit between an Oiche Sith and Lath e Sith? If so, it had been centuries since such a union was forged.
" It is forbidden, is it not? "
He turned away , his features darkening. A slight tick at his jaw made her think he clenched his teeth.
" Forbidden. Aye ," he said.
But she heard the hurt beneath his words. Her rejection had wounded him. The Oiche Sith were more complicated creatures than she ' d imagined , or maybe it was Bram who was different. You tread on dangerous ground , her nasty little conscious reminded her. She did not listen. Her feet clos ed the distance between them and she slipped her hand into his. " I tend to do as I please. Forbidden is nothing more than a suggestion to me. "
He lifted a brow and gave her a long, sizing up moment . Then a low rumble escaped him. His laughter was contagious and soon she was chortling along with him.
This was the saddest day of her life. Yet , she found solace with her enemy.
Chapter Six
It was late for a Lath e Sith to be out, but Adryanna made no move to indicate she wanted to go home. In truth, Bram had no wish to return her to