It was all Adara did.
It was all she ever knew.
Adara Kerslake has kept her identity a secret from the Cynn Cruors for as long as she can remember. When Cynn Cruor warrior, Luke Griffiths, comes hurtling into her life, she flounders. Afraid of dealing with the Cynn Cruors and the man who captured her heart, she leaves, burning bridges in the process. Until a loved one forces her to rebuild those links that brings her back into the world she fought so hard to escape from.
And to the warrior whose passion haunts her every sleeping and waking moment.
Luke goes into a spiral after Adara leaves and it is only by the strength and love of his Cynn Cruor brethren and their women that keeps him from tripping into insanity. To forget her, he prepares to leave for the Ancients’ Faesten in Anglesey on a mission that can lead to his death and the banishment of the Manchester Cynn Cruors if he isn’t careful. When Adara returns, the last thing Luke wants is to get involved again. But he can’t stay away. What’s more, someone in the Ancients’ Faesten in Anglesey knows who she is and is out to get her.
Two missions merge to one. A desire to know the truth becomes entangled with the desire that never waned between Adara and Luke.
Until a spectre from Adara’s past threatens them both…and brings in a new enemy for the Cynn Cruors.
“Okay. Here’s something we can talk about safely.”
Adara huffed out a breath while she cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her chest, sorely tempted to tap her boot against the linoleum.
Zac’s lips twitched but kept his face straight. “Luke showed you how we revere women and will fight to the death to protect a brother’s mate.”
She nodded still disbelieving that a warrior stood up for her. “Go on.”
“A Cynn Cruor, mortal or warrior physically abusing his mate or his issue is no different from rabid dogs hunting in packs that need to be put down. There is no place for cruelty in a Cynn Cruor’s home when we constantly battle debasement in one form or another towards Cynn or human alike. If it can be proven that a female left her mate because she was abused, the female can plead her case in front of the Council of Ieldran to nullify the union.”
Adara’s mouth turned dry. With every word passing through Zac’s lips she became mesmerized by the strong possibility of freedom from the fate imposed on her and the strong likelihood of carving her own future without having to constantly look over her shoulder.
“Even if centuries have passed?” her whisper had that lilt of hope.
“Wrongdoings don’t have a statute of limitations in our world.” Zac leaned against the opposite counter warming into the topic and seemingly forgetting he had somewhere to go.
“But what if the female murdered her mate because she snapped? Because she could no longer take what she was being subjected to?”
Adara couldn’t look at Zac, couldn’t face the judgment in his green gaze.
“Is that what happened?” his raspy voice was gentle, his head dipping so he could look at her face.