Ciaran was waiting when they arrived, gracefully draped over a cement slab,
"I was wondering when you would arrive."
"Hey, Da," Killan said.
"Father," Morgan said, observing a wince of pain, or some like emotion, cross Ciaran's face. That was when she recalled the circumstances of the last time she had used that title – to lull him into her deception and ultimately betray him. What had she been thinking? She half recalled a biblical story her parents had drilled into her head when she was yet under the deception of her belonging to the Church.
Would you betray him with a kiss? She had done much the like, for the 'good' side. It didn't feel any better, or even as good, as the side her father led.
The Princess of Darkness suddenly looked much more appealing.
Not only would she have her father's pride, love, and protection, she would not be lonely. There would be Killan and Cal. The Princes of Darkness. One her brother, one her proposed mate. And why not? It was her father's wish and, possibly, her desire. A picture of Hunter flashed in her mind, but she mentally shoved it with all her will.
What right did he have to intrude on her personal epiphany?
Satisfied with her internal dispute, she became aware of Ciaran's calculating gaze. Staring back, resolved, she watched his expression change to a grin.
"Hey, Da," Killan said.
"Father," Morgan said, observing a wince of pain, or some like emotion, cross Ciaran's face. That was when she recalled the circumstances of the last time she had used that title – to lull him into her deception and ultimately betray him. What had she been thinking? She half recalled a biblical story her parents had drilled into her head when she was yet under the deception of her belonging to the Church.
Would you betray him with a kiss? She had done much the like, for the 'good' side. It didn't feel any better, or even as good, as the side her father led.
The Princess of Darkness suddenly looked much more appealing.
Not only would she have her father's pride, love, and protection, she would not be lonely. There would be Killan and Cal. The Princes of Darkness. One her brother, one her proposed mate. And why not? It was her father's wish and, possibly, her desire. A picture of Hunter flashed in her mind, but she mentally shoved it with all her will.
What right did he have to intrude on her personal epiphany?
Satisfied with her internal dispute, she became aware of Ciaran's calculating gaze. Staring back, resolved, she watched his expression change to a grin.