War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,123

you. You have a family and a pack that depend upon you … and you can tell me until you’re blue in the face you’d choose me over them, but you cannot tell me that choice wouldn’t chip away at the core of who you are. That abandoning your pack wouldn’t fester inside you.”

The muscle in his jaw flexed, and he looked away, glowering.

They both knew what she said was true.

“We need to sleep,” he bit out. “We have a big day tomorrow.”

Weary beyond weary, Thea got out of the car and followed Conall into the house. Surprise rocked her back on her feet when she stepped inside. In front of her was a staircase that led upstairs to a mezzanine. Downstairs was wide-open space, light flowing in from the other side of the house, which was just wall-to-wall glass.

To Thea’s left was a small wood-burning stove set between two large bookshelves filled with books. There was a massive leather armchair and stool, big enough for someone of Conall’s dimensions, and opposite it a sofa with a chaise longue. In between was a coffee table. It was a snug little area, despite the lack of walls.

Beyond it, Thea could see the modern gray and white kitchen. It seemed to wrap around the entire back of the house, moving into the space to her right. At the top of the long length of the room sat the dining table with a bench fitted into the wall. Directly to Thea’s right was a humongous seven-seater corner sofa; opposite that was a huge flat-screen television mounted to the wall.

His place was clutter-free.

Conall gestured for her to follow him.

He led her through the TV room. In the corner where the wall jutted out slightly as a partition between the TV room and the dining room, there was a much larger wood-burning stove with baskets of logs stacked beside it.

However, what really made the house special was the rolling glass doors that took up the entire back wall of the kitchen. They led out onto a deck where Conall had a table and chairs set up for alfresco dining. From there, a small garden led onto the rocky beach and the loch beyond.

Views of tranquil Loch Torridon surrounded them.

Despite the turmoil between them, Thea felt soothed by the sight.

“Conall,” she whispered, staring out at the glass-like water and surrounding mountains. She could see little white dots of the houses that sat along the opposite coastline.

“You like it?”

She felt strangely emotional. “How could I not?”

He led her upstairs and pointed to their left. “There’s a guest bedroom down there. I use it as my office.”

The bedroom he took her into was on the right, and even more awe-inspiring than downstairs. It too had a sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony overlooking the loch.

Thea gazed out, unable to tear her eyes away when the view gave her so much peace. She couldn’t explain it. It just ... it felt like they were at the end of the world, a place that had been left untouched, unspoiled. And in living there they too would be safe from harm.

Finally.

“Let’s get some sleep, lass,” Conall murmured.

She nodded, bemused as he began to undress her. Not wanting to argue with him about anything else, she let him remove her shirt and pants and raised her arms to help him slip his giant T-shirt over her head.

It hung off one shoulder, the hem brushing her mid-thigh. Conall’s eyes glinted with pleasure to see her in it, and more than a little desire. She thought for a minute he’d make a move on her, but he pulled back the white duvet on the super king-size bed and nudged her in.

Thea sank into it, smelling Conall on the sheets, and nuzzled into the pillow. The mattress was like a cloud.

Tiredness weighed her to the bed and her eyes fluttered closed. Sleep was good. Sleep would take away all her worries for a little while. Aware of the whisper of Conall’s movements, Thea only fully relaxed when the bed dipped as her mate got in beside her.

Then his heat hit the length of her back as he snuggled into her, wrapping his arm around her waist. He nuzzled her neck like she’d nuzzled the pillow, and he breathed in deeply.

Thea melted against him.

Why couldn’t it be like this always?

Just him and her, a bed, a view, and no one else to bother them.

Fear filled her, quick and unexpected, as she realized she