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wanted her again.   He wondered how long before she swelled with child. And then he recalled the curse.  
    By the gods. I doona want my children to suffer through this.  
    But there wasn’t another way. Or was there? He had never thought to question Aimery on it. Could the Fae have held the answer all the years? Surely Keiran wasn’t the first Sinclair to wonder about ending the curse.  
    He leaned up and pulled the blanket over himself and Senga before he snuggled up against her. Whatever the price that needed to be paid, he would do it if it ended the curse forever.  
    A smile pulled at his lips as he drifted off to sleep and dreamt of his kingdom with Senga by his side and their children playing around them.  
     

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Senga wasn’t sure what woke her. She yawned and sighed against Keiran’s chest. His arm was draped over her with his hand cupping her breast. Even in sleep, her mate had a need to touch her.  
    “My mate,” she whispered, loving the sound of it.  
    It was still difficult to believe Keiran was actually hers and they were on their return to Drahcir. If only the Tnarg wasn’t trying to kill her.  
    Her mood now shattered, Senga sat up and clutched the second blanket to her chest as she moved to the edge of the ladder. She glanced over the side to find the fire roaring and Molly sitting at the table smiling at her. Senga returned her smile and started down the ladder.  
    “I trust you slept well?” Molly asked.  
    Senga nodded. “I did, thank you. You have our gratitude for offering us shelter.”  
    Molly waved away her words. “Nonsense, child. I’m happy to have the company. I’ve been alone for so long now.”  
    Senga grew uncomfortable in the silence that followed as Molly looked into her cup.   There had been something in Molly’s words and tone that set off warning bells in Senga’s mind.   She started towards their clothes. They were nearly dry, which meant they could leave soon.   Suddenly, she wanted out of the cottage as soon as she could, even if it meant stepping back into the snow.
    “Come sit with me a moment,” Molly beckoned.  
    Senga had no choice but to do as Molly requested.   She glanced up at the loft, but Keiran slept on.   Senga walked to the table and accepted the cup of tea Molly offered. “Thank you. Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness?”  
    “Ah, no need, lass,” the older woman said. “Where are you and your husband traveling to?”  
    Senga hesitated. No one was supposed to know of Drahcir.  
    Before she could respond, however, Molly continued. “You must be newly married.”  
    “Aye,” Senga admitted.  
    Molly ran her finger over the rim of the mug. “Where will you make your home? In the village at the base of the mountain?”  
    “Nay. We’ve other plans.”  
    “Good. Good.” Molly licked her thin lips and turned her blue eyes to Senga. “I’ve a confession to make.”  
    Senga shuddered, that odd tone back in Molly’s voice.   Why couldn’t Keiran wake?   “What would that be?”  
    “My name isn’t Molly. In fact, I’m not even human.”  
    Senga’s heart began to pound a slow, sickening tempo.   She’d known there was something odd about the woman, but it had come to her too late.   “Who…what are you?”  
    “I shall show you.” With a wave of her hand, a bright light infused the cottage.  
    Senga lifted her arm to shield her eyes as she watched the plain, older woman transform to a young, gorgeous Fae before her very eyes.   There was no denying the swirling blue eyes or the flaxen hair.  
    “This is the real me,” the Fae said. “My name is Saynarra.”  
    Instantly, Senga knew who she was. “You’re the Fae princess who cursed the Sinclairs.”  
    Saynarra shook her head. The wealth of flaxen hair that fell past her waist shimmered in the firelight. Her swirling blue gaze stared daggers at Senga. “I’m not a princess, though I am Fae. It