"Isabo Kelly - The Heron's Call (Samhain)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Isabo)

But the wait had gone on too long, the need had become too great. He had to have her. Fully and finally.

And the night he arrived to claim her, he discovered her gone, sent out on another mission.

HeтАЩd spent so much hidden time near her they were more tightly bound than she realized. He could feel
her, even at a distance, and had tracked her without much difficulty. Seeing her surrounded by seven
well-trained swordsmen had stopped his heart.

Logic abandoned him. He came to her aide, using the mage sword to protect her without thinking about
his actions. HeтАЩd seen her training, knew she was one of the best swordswomen among the Aleanians.
But all heтАЩd been able to see was four men converging on hisraynia . He didnтАЩt regret his actions. HeтАЩd
do the same again. But as he glanced at the hard line of her jaw now, he realized he had robbed her of a
good fight. The sword sworn were trained to feel compassion for those they fought, to cherish the lives of
others. But they were also trained to enjoy the moment, to savor a life well lived. And so most of them
enjoyed the play of battle, the art and act of combat. They never killed easily, but they did get a rush out
of the fight.

And heтАЩd denied Rowena that joy.

He glanced at her again, the curve of her breasts, the sway of her hips. Before the night was out, he
intended to make up to her for denying her the fight by providing her with another rush. A rush they could
both enjoy.

Chapter Two

Rowena fumed as the bulky sword mage glided along next to her, not taking any notice of her anger.
She couldnтАЩt believe he was here. After twelve years! And he thought they could start up again where
theyтАЩd left off?Not in this lifetime, Kael.

Her traitorous body wasnтАЩt cooperating very well, though. She was so wet and needy, so weak-kneed
as his scent filled her, she could barely walk straight. He had changed some over the years. His frame
filled out with thick cords of muscles. His jaw was harder, more sharply defined, and faint creases framed
his beautiful green eyes and firm mouth. But his face was still stunningly gorgeous, maybe more so now,
with the hard cut of life etched into it. And his more mature, thickly muscled body did outrageous things
to her libido. She tried to blame her earlier dream for the frantic pull of lust, but she knew better. Like it
or not, deny it or not, Kael was herraynei and her body wanted his.

Her heart, on the other hand, was still too bruised from his rejection twelve years ago. She wasnтАЩt about
to risk that pain again.

She forced herself to study the trail, her surroundings. They needed a place to rest. And she needed
some space.

The appearance of the mercenaries so early in her journey only proved how determined Dorjan was to
keep the Valen horse clanтАЩs oracle. The poor oracle had probably told him a sword sworn was on the
way. It didnтАЩt matter. Rowena knew her approach wouldnтАЩt be a surprise.

She also knew she couldnтАЩt fight DorjanтАЩs wizard. The priestesses had given her as much protection as
they could. But it wouldnтАЩt be enough. On missions like this, she envied her mother the mage sword,
BaтАЩnari. BaтАЩnari blocked magic. With BaтАЩnari in RowenaтАЩs hands, nothing the wizard threw at her would