Chapter 6

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Alright...so I had a "few" issues with this chapter...most of it wasn't on my computer and I had to do some "tweaking" but now we're all good. You may notice some "you"s that should me "ye"s and so on, but I am just going to post it as it is, and change that later. Just imagine it with the "ye" when it's any of our Scottish boys talking. (you should so read it in a Scottish accent, inside your head or out whatever, when it's them talking...makes it more real lol)  I feel like you guys have waited long enough for this. Well hopefully you like it! This is one of my favoirte chapters so far! Thanks for reading please comment and vote! 

-M

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-M

Chapter 6

October 13th, afternoon 

Caitirina~ 

Richard had shown me around the building and the grounds behind it. At the moment, I was on the backside of the quarters sweeping the cobblestone. All morning at least one man was in my range of site, keeping an eye on me. I wasn’t worried, not yet. Victor hadn’t threatened my life, again…yet. I had been thinking about what Richard had said all day, did Lorcan really care for me? What should I think about that? Why did I care? I had to get out of here. It seemed I would have an endless headache here. 

“Lass?” His deep voice rumbled behind me. I was startled out of my thoughts. I answered with out turning. I didn’t know what would happen if I looked at him, how I would feel.

“Yes.”

“I came to check on you, is everything going alright?” Lorcan asked.

“Yes, thank you.” I replied. Resuming my sweeping. Suddenly his hand appeared on the handle of the broom, stopping me mid sweep.

“Are you sure?” He asked. Concern etched in his voice. I had no choice; I had to look at him.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I looked deep into those blue eyes, they seemed to be fringed with black. I let go of the broom handle, just as he did. It clattered to the ground. We continued staring at each other. Something kept us like that; I couldn’t seem to look away, as if I were in a trance. His hand clasped my wrist, and moved slowly up my arm. We were both breathy heavily. His hand continued up to rest on my cheek, I couldn’t help but push into the warmth. My hand covered his, the contact both made us gasped. I grabbed his hand in held it in my looking at the intricate tattoos that came all the way down his arm and curved over his hand. I started to trace them and gasped as I was assaulted with a memory, a memory not my own. Or was it?

“I’m glad you’ve come back, my love.” She said.

“Och lass, not as glad as I am. You don’t know how many nights I’ve slept wishing you were there with me.” Lorcan replied.

“You were only gone a few days, Lorcan.” 

“Oh, but lass, it felt like a lifetime without you there with me.” She laughed, pulling him in for a hug. She looked up at him, seeing the black that over came the blue in his eyes, she knew what that meant.

“I can see that your beast needs taming, huh love?” She asked him seductively, running her hands up and down his muscular chest. She rose up on her tiptoes, pulling his head down to hers. She lightly ran her lips over his, they both moaned. 

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