Darkest Highlander by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

every living creature, Deirdre cannot be allowed to gain more Druid magic. Especially no’ yours.”
    Sonya snorted. “That will be difficult since I have no magic.”
    “You keep saying that, yet I feel it. It’s as strong as it’s always been.”
    Her eyes snapped to his. “Don’t lie to me, Broc.”
    “I’m no’. Your magic is still with you.”
    “Then why can’t I heal myself?”
    He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “That I doona have an answer for. Rest. We will talk more in the morning after you’ve had a good night’s sleep.”
    Broc didn’t wait for her to respond but went to stand by the window. He stood to the side so no one would be able to see him from below. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Deirdre was about to find them.
    It was that instinct which kept Broc by Sonya’s side instead of flying to MacLeod Castle. He couldn’t chance anything happening to Sonya.
    How Deirdre would know Sonya had left or where he had found her, Broc couldn’t guess. She had her evil ways he had never understood.
    Then he remembered. The peregrine falcon.
    Logan, another Warrior, was sure the falcon was a spy for Deirdre. They had all felt the magic around the bird, but Logan most of all. If it was Deirdre using the falcon, then Broc had little time to get Sonya back to MacLeod Castle.

 
     
    SIX
     
    Broc tried to focus on anything but Sonya. But he couldn’t get the feel of her against him out of his mind. The press of her wet, naked flesh sent need shooting straight to his cock.
    Breathing became impossible. His blood burned. Blazed. Singed.
    All for Sonya.
    The weight of her breasts had touched the back of his hand, reminding him how near he’d been, how easy it would have been to turn his hand and cup the plump mounds, to feel her nipples harden in his palms.
    The longing, the yearning had been so intense, so compelling that for a moment Broc had nearly covered Sonya’s breasts with his hands.
    There had only been the thin drying cloth between his hands and her skin. Even as he ached to touch Sonya, he knew he couldn’t. To surrender to his hunger was to give Deirdre something else to use against him, and Broc couldn’t allow that. For Sonya’s sake, he wouldn’t do that to her.
    So he had reluctantly and resentfully released Sonya to move beside the window. He pretended he couldn’t hear every soft breath that left her body, pretended he didn’t crave her warm skin against his.
    Pretended she wasn’t the only thing that could alleviate his loneliness.
    Broc didn’t know how long he stared out the window watching for signs of anything out of the ordinary. So far there was nothing, but how long could they go before trouble found them?
    Before Deirdre found them?
    Not long at all, Broc surmised. The sooner he got Sonya out of the sleepy little village, the sooner they could be traveling back to MacLeod Castle and the safety it would give her.
    You cannot force her to go.
    As much as Broc hated to admit it, he couldn’t. Sonya and Anice had been the only reasons which kept him from giving in to the evil that surrounded him while spying on Deirdre. He couldn’t stand to have Sonya’s hatred, and that’s exactly what would happen if he forced her to return.
    But what was he supposed to do? Sonya was stubborn. Once she had her mind set, he wouldn’t be able to sway her.
    He glanced over his shoulder and sucked in a breath when his gaze landed on the bare expanse of Sonya’s back. She had rolled onto her other side and the blanket had fallen from her grasp.
    Unable to keep away, Broc walked as silently as a ghost to the bed. Sonya’s mass of glorious red curls were laid out behind her on the pillow as if straining to reach him.
    He loved to see her hair unbound. It was such a rare occasion, and he found himself reaching to touch a silken strand.
    Broc lifted a long lock to twirl about his fingers before he let it drop back into place. Ever since Sonya had come into womanhood, he’d