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been in his voice.
    “How does Ronnie feel about it?” Arran asked.
    “She doesn’t seem to care. For her, it’s just part of who she is.”
    Arran let the silence grow after Pete finished talking. There was much about Ronnie that Arran had learned, and he’d yet to find anything he didn’t like.
    An image of her tall, lithe body standing in her tent with her shirts soaked and clinging to her skin flashed in Arran’s mind. His damned cock began to harden when he remembered holding her.
    He tried to push it aside, but it was too late. His body heated, instantly ready and needy. If he felt such an overwhelming need for her now, what would it be like if he ever kissed her?
    It can no’ happen.
    But he wanted it to. Desperately.
    All it took to wash away those thoughts was Fallon and Larena, and the other couples at MacLeod Castle who wanted to bind the gods and have a normal life.
    As if they could live normally. They’d spent hundreds of years as immortals, as Warriors who had powers of their own. For Arran, he was able to control ice and snow.
    It came second nature to him. Did he want to live where he couldn’t use that power? Did he want a life where he couldn’t see in the dark as a Warrior did, or hear as a Warrior did?
    To have the speed and strength of his god taken away from him?
    He didn’t, but this wasn’t about him. This was about his friends.
    Arran told himself he didn’t have to have his god bound, but in the back of his mind he worried that once that spell was out there, anyone could bind his god.
    Anyone.
    Was that a chance he wanted to take?
    What if evil returned? Because it would. Eventually. What would happen to the world if the Warriors weren’t there to stop the evil?
    Arran didn’t want to find out.

 
    CHAPTER
    FIVE
     
    Ronnie sighed as she sat up from her cot and yawned. She hadn’t been able to sleep last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw golden ones staring back at her.
    Even awake Arran haunted her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking of how at ease he’d been. Until she’d mentioned the old Celtic story.
    The predator she sensed in him had woken at that moment. It was such a part of him that he probably hadn’t even realized he’d leaned toward her, his body seeming to bow up as if waiting for a fight.
    And for just an instant, she could have sworn his eyes flashed … white.
    It proved how exhausted she was that her mind played tricks on her.
    “Eyes flashing white. Yeah. Like that actually happens,” Ronnie mumbled as she swung her legs over the side of the cot and rose.
    The storm had stopped only a few hours before, but that wasn’t going to halt the dig. She splashed water on her face and dressed in another pair of jeans and a thicker button-down. She was brushing out her hair when she heard Arran’s voice.
    That deep, smooth voice sent chills racing over her skin. He laughed, and she wondered who he was talking to. And then, his voice faded away. She hated that she was disappointed in not hearing more of him.
    “Get a grip,” she said as she glared at her reflection in the small mirror. “He’s a guy. There’s no time for that.”
    Not that there ever was time.
    Ronnie pulled her hair back into a ponytail, then twisted the long strands around and around before wrapping the hair into a bun. She stuck three bobby pins in her hair to hold it and then reached for her jacket as she rose.
    As soon as she walked out of her tent, Andy was waiting for her.
    “Hey, Ronnie,” he said, and looked at his clipboard. “I’m happy to say that all the tarps held last night through the storm. Looks like we had very little damage. A little rain got in some sites, but not all.”
    “How about the newest one?”
    “Nope. All clean,” he answered with a smile.
    She nodded and made her way to the tent that was set up with food. “Just what I wanted to hear. What other news?”
    “I’ve sent our newest volunteer to help dig today. Since he’s rather strong,