forehead against Sorcha’s. “I hate that man,” he whispered.
She winced slightly, which didn’t bode well. “Then I should probably no’ tell ye that he and Cait are travelin’ with us ta Edinburgh.”
What was left of Alec’s ardor vanished instantly. There he lay between Sorcha’s thighs, his manhood probing at her willing center, and his ardor vanished completely. He’d traveled the North Road with Cait and that blasted Lycan of hers the previous winter, and though their circumstances had changed drastically since that time, he had no desire to repeat the journey. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Sorcha giggled and very softly kissed his lips. “Ye are already dead, Alec.”
Chapter Eighteen
The morning sunlight cast a golden hue across the grounds of Castle Hythe. But all Alec could see was blackness before him. He towered over Caitrin and scowled, gesturing to his perfectly appointed coach. “I have my own carriage, Lady Eynsford, and I am more than capable of transporting my fiancée to her father’s doorstep by myself.”
With an arrogance that matched her husband’s, Cait tipped her head back and smiled as though Alec was the country’s largest dolt. “And yet ye’ll be travelin’ with Dash and me just the same.” She gestured to her own coach, parked directly in front of his. “I’ve seen it, Alec.”
And had she seen Alec strangling her pretty little neck too? “Don’t think for one moment that you can use your powers to get your way in this, Caitrin. And I’m far past the days when you could manipulate me with a smile and a kind word.”
Her smile broadened. “I am so glad ta hear it, Mr. MacQuarrie. However, as we are all part of the same circle, or will be soon enough, this little excursion will give us plenty of time for ye and Dash ta become friends along the way. We all need ta be in harmony.”
“Friends?” Alec somehow managed not to snort. “Did your gift suddenly change into something that gives you the power to have your way?” He tapped his chin with the tip of his index finger. Then he drawled sarcastically, “Oh, nay, I nearly forgot. You always get your way regardless. But not in this, Cait.” He shook his head vehemently.
“We all need ta be in harmony,” she said again, as though he hadn’t heard her the first time. “If we’re no’…”
She shrugged. “Well, then our powers tend ta be a bit faulty. Someone could get hurt. I’d hate ta be around Rhi if lightnin’ started explodin’ every which way.” She cringed. “And ye canna imagine the damage Sorcha can cause with plants. Ye’ll have ta ask Benjamin about it some time.”
Benjamin. Alec hadn’t given his old friend another thought since his conversation with Sorcha on their return from Folkestone. They all needed to be in harmony? He wasn’t certain he could ever be in harmony with either Benjamin or Eynsford. Perhaps he and Sorcha could escape to the continent instead of returning to Scotland.
The Mediterranean had to be nice this time of year.
“Doona even think about it, MacQuarrie.” Cait narrowed her clear blue eyes at him.
“You can’t possibly know what I’m thinking.”
“Oh, I ken ye and I ken how yer mind works. I also ken ye would never take Sorcha away from her father or her brother or from her coven.”
He absolutely hated that she was right about that. Once again, he should have been less of a gentleman.
“Ah, look,” Cait gestured toward the main castle door, “here’s yer bride now.”
Alec glanced over his shoulder to find Sorcha striding in their direction, her arm linked with that of the duchess’ granddaughter. The sun glinted off Sorcha’s brown locks, making her glow like an angel, and he couldn’t help but smile. But at the forefront of his mind was the way Eynsford had thwarted his amorous attentions less than an hour earlier. “If we travel with you, Caitrin, I will not have that beast of a husband of yours interfering with my plans.”
“And which plans would those be?” Cait crossed her arms and glared at him.
Of course, she knew his plan was to devour Sorcha at every opportunity. He’d had her in his bed, for God’s sake.
He’d seen her very nearly naked. Had watched her find completion at his hands. Alec adjusted the fit of his trousers. “Never mind,” he mumbled.
“As long as ye’re a gentleman, Alec, there’ll be no need for Dash ta try ta interfere.” Cait brushed past him toward the approaching ladies.
The duchess’ granddaughter talked quietly with