Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Time and again she read it, and time and again it read the same. She was not wrong; what she had read was correct.
“I like you as you are, but not here in this room.”
Magnus so startled her that she fell on her backside as she scrambled to stand. He went quickly to her side, helping her up and taking the torch from her hand to place it in the lone metal sconce in the room.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his arms circling her small waist.
“I did not expect you.” She sighed as if in relief.
“And I did not expect to find you here. I thought you to be in your bedchamber, mapping.”
“My intentions,” she admitted, “but I wished to read more of what your mother wrote.”
“I do not speak Latin. Someday you will tell me some of what she wrote, but not now.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a heartwarming kiss. “Now I want to make love to you. I have wanted to make love to you since this morning, when I woke to feel you warm and soft beside me, but you had little interest in loving.”
“Not true.” She moved her body against his, her need for him turning to a pleasurable ache. “You stirred my passion, but my body and mind wanted nothing more than to sleep.”
Magnus enjoyed the feel of her against him, his thoughts on the lovemaking they would soon share. “I promise you will have no trouble sleeping tonight.”
Lost in desire, she gave no thought to her response. “Good, then tonight I remain in bed.”
He was about to kiss her senseless when he stopped and asked, “Remain in bed? You left our bed last night?”
Her passion cooled instantly when she realized her mistake, and she silently chastised herself for being so foolish.
When she did not answer, Magnus asked, “Where did you go?”
“A brief walk in the keep to clear my mind,” she said, not looking directly at him.
He raised her chin with the tip of his finger. “That is no answer, and I do not intend to repeat the question. I want no secrets between us, Reena. I want us to trust enough to share all—after all, you did trust me enough to fall from a tree into my arms.”
She did trust him, and she knew that she would not be sharing something with him that he did not already know.
“I came up here to this room to read more of your mother’s writings. It must have torn at your heart when you learned that it was Robert Kilkern who shot the arrow that pierced your father’s heart.”
Chapter 29
“What did you say?” Magnus asked, his dark eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared. His deep voice was much too calm and in control.
Reena held her breath for a moment, her mistake all too obvious: he had not known. “I am sorry,” was all she could think to say, feeling the pain that twisted at his heart.
He grabbed her arm and shoved her toward the wall. “Read me the passage.”
“Magnus—”
“Read it to me now,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“I must kneel to read it,” she said, attempting to free herself.
He would not let her go: he kept a firm grip on her and lowered her to the floor so that she may read it to him, and Reena for a moment felt the fear of being shackled and imprisoned. She shook the disturbing thought off, reminding herself it was Magnus, the man who loved her, who had hold of her. He would never hurt her.
“Read it,” he demanded once more.
She knew that what she read would only bring him more pain, but she had no choice. “Your mother writes sparsely, since it was extremely difficult to etch in stone.”
He nodded. “Read it as she wrote it.”
She read with a tremble on her lips. “My heart hurts. Discovered Robert killed my beloved Brian. Land. Wants land.”
Dead silence followed, Magnus’s breathing grew heavy. He bared his teeth, and then he released a cry of torment that tore at the soul. When he finished, he reached down to yank Reena up against him.
His emotions warred like a raging storm in his dark eyes and across his handsome face. He looked torn as to what to do, for his emotions were at the extreme. He either loved or hated, and right now Reena was in his arms.
He captured her mouth with a kiss that left no room for her to respond, and his hands held her firm.
She understood his pain and his need, but he left no room for her to comfort him; he took and took like a man who ached to lose himself in someone he trusted and knew loved him and could take him to a place where pain and hurt did not exist.
He rushed her up against the stone wall, her feet unable to touch the floor, and he kissed her with a frightening need. His kiss turned more demanding than she thought possible, and after a few moments she found herself unable to breathe.