Ye cannae leave.”
“Why?” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder at Cormac. “Tell me why I can’t leave and go home?”
“Truth?”
“Yes, dammit!”
“Because your home has yet to be discovered. Ye have crossed the veil of ages into the year 1207.

One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release.
She swallowed. “I…do… don’t know.”
“I will nae beg for one, Eve.” He nuzzled the skin below her ear, making him crave her even more.
“Yes,” she whispered.

His fingers trailed a path on her skin down her back. “Have I found a pleasure spot?” he asked while tugging her gown free from her shoulders.
Eve glanced over her should. The look she gave him pierced his soul. “Everywhere you touch give me pleasure.

I will not force ye, Eve, but ken this… I want ye like no other. ‘Tis an aching need and grows with each passing day. Ye speak of torment, but mine burns.

I would dare much, sir, against a man who seemingly does not understand boundaries. You must ask a woman if you may enter her abode and, when granted approval, you may do so. If they request you leave, then you remove yourself. And as far as lording over all who linger on this isle, I must inquire upon who named you king. They must be sorely lacking in wits!

Sad really.” Avenant mused. “Trevelyan was part of a majestic race. Doomed and enslaved by lesser beings, but majestic, none the less.” His gaze swept over the rest of the group with a sigh. “I know the feeling well.