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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