Farron'S Rebellious Mate (English Edition) (Lords of Arr'Carthian 2.5) by Cathy McAllister Read Free Book Online

Farron reassured.
    On their way through the alleys, Jenny felt some hateful glances. It was obvious that not all welcomed them being here. Farron didn’t seem to notice, or he didn’t care.
    Some minutes later they turned into a tunnel, which was lit by a green light.
    “Now it’s not much further,” Farron promised.
    They reached a green and gold gate, and Farron knocked. Some time passed before Jenny heard approaching footsteps, then one part of the gate opened and an old man with wild locks put his head through the gap to see who stood before the gate. His glance found Farron and a toothless smile brightened the old man’s face.
    “Milord. Pardon me, that I didn’t open more quickly … my old bones …”
    “Never mind, Orrigh. I haven’t been here for a long time. I should have sent notice, but until shortly I didn’t know, that I would come, myself.”
    Orrigh’s gaze fell on Jenny and Mia.
    “Milord, having guests?”
    “May I introduce, Orrigh? This is Jenny – my mate. And Mia, her friend. – Jenny. Mia. This is Orrigh, who tanned my ass more then once, when I was still a boy.”
    Farron grinned. It was obvious that he didn’t hold a grudge for the long ago punishment and they seemed to have a good relationship.  
    “You’ve been a real grriak,” the old man said, giggling.
    “Yes, that may be true,” Farron admitted amused.
    “What’s a grriak?” Mia asked.
    “I think, the right word for it in your language would be devil or demon,” Farron explained.
    The old man slowly opened the gate wider, so that they could enter. They landed in a big garden with countless flowers, bushes and trees. A stone path wound its self through the jungle like garden. They followed the old man, who gave his best to walk faster than he would usually. He had a bald spot at the back his head, and a strange tattoo showed there. Jenny intended to ask Farron about it later when they would be alone.
    A little later the jungle opened into big lawns, only that the grass was not as green as on earth, it had a slight purple coloring. A big house made of white stones stood at the end of the path. In front of the blue door stood an older woman, her hands at her voluminous hips, shaking her head.
    “Milord! You should have told us,” she said disapprovingly. “I am not prepared for guests and we’ve nothing to prepare a proper meal. Really!”
    “Mamika! Do I not get a hug?” Farron asked with a laugh, and a faint smile softened the stern face of the woman.
    “Not with all that dust on your clothes. Refresh yourself and I will see in the mean time what I can do with the kitchen scraps.”
    “You will perform a miracle, like always,” Farron said with open affection.

    The room, which Jenny would share with Mia, had large windows to the wide lawns and a balcony. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room and two doors led to a bathroom with a big pool like tub, and a walk in closet.  
    “Wow!” Mia marveled.
    “Do you want to bath first?” Jenny asked.
    “Why do we not share the bath? It’s big enough for several people.”
    Jenny wasn’t used to undressing in front of others, not even women she called friends. But she didn’t want to look skirmish; so a few minutes later they were sitting in the warm water and relaxed after all the awkwardness of the last hours.

    Farron

    Farron spent a sleepless night alone in his bed. He’d often imagined that one day his mate – if he would ever find one – would live with him in this house. But in his imagination he would share his bed with his mate, not have her sleep in another room. It was frustrating. The whole night, he had thought about how to make Jenny forgive and love him. He was already deeply in love with his little firelady – as he secretly called her.
    He heard the door to the dining room slide open and turned. Jenny and Mia entered the room.
    “Good morning,” he greeted. “I hope you slept well?”
    “Thank you. We did indeed,” Jenny