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.
Adara screamed his name and it was enough for him to tumble into pleasurable oblivion, his cock jutting out streams of his seed into her. Bathing her. Marking her.
Later he spooned with her, something he’d never done before. Her warmth emanated through his body, strengthening him with her scent and her essence until he fell asleep with her in his arms.
When he woke, Adara was no longer in bed. Thinking she’d gone downstairs ahead of him for Boxing Day breakfast, he followed only to find his brethren with sombre faces and uncomfortable dispositions.
Until Roarke took him to the nerve centre and showed Luke the footage of Adara leaving the Faesten, her head covered by her coat’s hood. She crossed Princess Street briskly moving towards Canal Street, the rain pelting down on her. She didn’t even turn to look at the Faesten for the last time, dismissing them all as though the Faesten and the people inside it were not worth her time.
Refusing to believe she’d left, Luke had rushed back to the room that now had Adara’s imprint everywhere he turned. And there, under the tangle of sheets, was the pearl and diamond bracelet he had gifted her. Leaving it behind, it now had the patina of a piece of evidence in some Gone Girl crime scene. A tawdry trinket left, cast aside without value. Stupid fool that he was, Luke waited. And waited, even after Roarke and the rest tried to ignore the elephant that had taken over the lobby, believing she’d come back or he’d wake up from this fucking nightmare. Only when New Year’s Eve came and went did he stop hoping she’d return.
Happy Fucking New Year to me.
Turning away from the window, Luke made his way to the door but not before he tossed the pearl and diamond bracelet on the bed.
A token of his love for the woman who didn’t love him back.