Faolan scrubbed his hands against the evening stubble of his chin. “This is insanity!” he groaned. His self-control ebbed away like the tides from the pull of the moon. This golden-eyed seductress that had landed in his midst had to be some sort of trap. He reeled and shook his fist in Maxwell’s face, just inches from his friend’s nose. “Bed her? Do ye really think by lying with the woman I’ll be able to get her out of my mind?”
Maxwell followed close behind Faolan as soon as he jerked back around to renew his pacing. “Think about it, Faolan. Ye’ve been attracted to fair maids before and once ye tasted them, ye easily set them aside. It’s the wolf in ye, man! Your thrill is in the hunt. Ye always want what ye have yet to catch.”
At Maxwell’s observation, Faolan pulled up short. He whirled back around where he found himself once more nose to nose with his adamant friend. “Ye actually think if I relent and lie with Ciara and assert my rights as her husband; ye actually think I’ll be able to put her aside and go on with my life as though I never met her?”
With a shrug of his shoulders, Maxwell tossed his hands in the air. “It’s either lie with the woman or don’t lie with the woman. Which is it going to be? So far, ye havena bedded the lass and ye already know ye’re miserable. In my mind, ‘tis time to test the other option to see if it brings ye any better results.”
“I will kill ye if this doesna work,” Faolan growled, yanking open the door leading down from the battlements.
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