He refused to allow
her to suffer, even in her dreams. He should wake her now and bring her back
from whatever terrifying place her subconscious had taken her.
Bring her back…or join her?
Finn moved closer to the bed, not letting his boots touch
the floor, knowing the others would hear him if they did. Using his gifts as a
Fae tracker to sneak into a woman’s bedroom was not something he was proud of,
but that didn’t stop him from recalling another ability his kind was born with.
He hadn’t thought of it before because it hadn’t been sanctioned for ages.
Because Finn, for all his bluster, followed the rules. But it was a way inside
the one mind barred to him. Her mind. A way in.
His body betrayed his excitement at the prospect—cock
hardening, muscles flexing even as he tried to calm his mind. For her. He was
doing this for her, giving her the gift of distraction and guiding her to a
different kind of dream. This had nothing to do with what he wanted.
Liar.
Centuries ago, his people had walked freely through humanity’s
dreams, sharing in their darkest desires and most longed-for fantasies as they
slept unaware. Sheridan’s mother would call it the astral plane. For Finn, it
might be the only place he could go to show Sheridan how he felt. To help her.
To touch her.
He may not be able to read her conscious thoughts, but her
spirit? Her unconscious? Well, that was another matter entirely. First, of
course, he would have to find her. For that he needed concentration and focus,
a serene state of mind he would never accomplish this close to her tempting bare
flesh.
A warm, brilliant light consumed him as he directed his
travel with a thought. Flashing, Sheridan called it. He arrived at the place he’d
taken her the night they first met, before they’d changed course and headed to
Myrddin’s house. The place he’d often come to since for solace.
Danu’s Joy. It was the highest mountain in Riocht an
Athais , his people’s home. From it you could see the glow of life, the
light of the Fae. From here, he could recall all the reasons he loved his
world. Loved his people. Here there was always music in the wind. The breeze
smelled of ancient aphrodisiacs and caressed his flesh as a lover would. His
body pulsed with its rhythm, instinctively harmonizing with the home they had
made for themselves so long ago.
It was here, on this very spot, where he’d kissed Sheridan
Kelly for the first and only time. And been slapped for his efforts.
She hadn’t known where she was, had barely known him. She’d
just watched her cousin come under attack from the Sauros, the lizard-like
hybrids that obeyed the Lord of Air. In hindsight, it hadn’t been the best
moment for seduction. But then, Finn had never had to work to seduce a woman
before, it just happened. He’d also never met one whose mind he could not read.
Someone whose scent was so addictive.
Sheridan made it clear from the beginning that she wanted
nothing to do with him, but he knew there was something between them. More than
either of them had been willing to admit until it was too late.
She’d locked her heart away at the same time Finn had
realized he’d wanted it to belong to him.
He thought about how his friends had found their mates. Had
it been less than a year? Their lives had all changed profoundly in such a
short time. The Fianna was changing. They were no longer a group of
solitary male guardians defending the North portal. The women who had entered
their lives had complicated matters with love and children, with new
obligations and the tempting possibility of a future. A family.
Unlike Sheridan, Linnea and Meru had both pushed past their
own fears and those of the men they loved. The Guardian Mother had literally
chained Hawk and Val in her bedroom to make them admit their true feelings.
There was a tantalizing merit to that idea, though after Sheridan’s experience,
Finn didn’t dare. Look how she still suffered. He would have to find