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.
LUKE TOOK THE STAIRS AS THOUGH the portal had opened hundreds of feet away and not right smack in front of him. He intercepted Roarke, Deanna, and Adara just as they entered the lift that would take them to their rooms. He slammed his hand against the lift’s door almost denting it.
“If you plan on damaging anything here, I’m not authorizing payment for repairs.” Roarke grumbled. “What’s with you, anyway?”
“Why are you here?” Luke ignored him, hell bent on putting some sense inside the head of the lone female who could give him a heart attack if anything happened to her. After stealing the dossier on her, shifting it back to Manchester, Adara still couldn’t stay put.
“What does it look like?” Adara gave him a once over. “I’m with Roarke and Deanna.”
Exasperation wasn’t going to cut Luke any slack. “Dux—”
“Told her not to go. She insisted and I can’t stop her because technically she isn’t under my command.” Roarke placed a hand on Deanna’s back, gently nudging her forward. “If you two are going to have a lover’s spat—”
“—either wait until we get to our floor or take it somewhere else.” Roarke finished. Anger thrummed through Luke like the continuous vibration from a violently struck guitar wire. He grabbed Adara’s arm and pulled her out of the lift.
“Good call.” Roarke smirked just as the lift closed with a protesting squeak because it had just been violated for no reason.
“You’ve got some bloody cheek.” Adara wrenched her arm form Luke’s grasped and stormed away.
“And you’ve got a death wish,” he snapped.
Adara spun around so fast Luke did a back step like he was doing half of a Cha Cha.
“Me? Have a death wish?” Adara hissed. “And what do you call spying on the Ancients?