“Why?” was all Quinn asked.
Aiden moved to sit in the chair opposite Galen. “She’s been asking since I first began working with her. The more she knows, the more she might be able to tell us. Not to mention, it would help her work more efficiently and faster.”
“It would also help if we had some drough blood,” Fallon stated.
Galen smirked. “Shall I go pay Wallace a visit to see if he’ll give us a pint?”
They all shared a laugh, but it quickly died.
“I know this is a difficult situation,” Aiden said. “No one but Druids and Warriors are supposed to know about us, but Jason has begun to use mortals. We doona have any other choice but to do the same. This is their war, too, even if they doona know it.”
Quinn folded his arms over his chest as he straightened. “Aye, but we’re the only ones losing people.”
“Whatever happened today, Wallace lost four droughs,” Fallon said. “Druids are no’ easy to find anymore. He willna be able to replace them quickly.”
Galen leaned forward and put his forearms on his knees. “How is Charon holding up?”
“No’ well,” Fallon said with a long sigh. “He’s focused on finding Laura, but he’s rattled about Jason using her.”
Quinn dropped his arms and leaned back against the wall. “That’s twice in a matter of weeks Charon’s had drough blood inside him. I recall all too clearly what that felt like.”
“It’s hell,” Galen stated.
Fallon’s lips flattened. “And the drough blood Jason is using does more damage to us than anything before. I can no’ imagine what Charon went through either time.”
“Or how it affected him,” Aiden said. The three Warriors looked at him, causing Arran to shrug. “No’ a single one of you asked how he or Malcolm were doing.”
Quinn’s forehead creased in a deep frown. “We did, Aiden. Both men said they were doing fine.”
“And I’ll bet any amount of magic that both are lying. How much blood was Charon given by the other Warriors in his wounds? Phelan, whose blood is able to heal any type of injury, wouldna even work to revive Charon. There is something more going on than just more pain.”
“Oh, fuck,” Galen murmured.
Fallon stood and gave Aiden a quick hug. “Work fast, lad. Wallace’s attention is on Laura and Charon. Doona give him a reason to come here. No’ yet, at least.”
“Be safe,” Aiden told his uncle before Fallon teleported out of the room.
Quinn pushed away from the wall and strode to the door. “I think it’s time I did another check around Britt’s flat.”
Aiden waited until his father was gone before he sank onto the bed and dropped his head into his hands.
“You’re doing the right thing,” Galen said. “It’s hard, I know, but staying here is the right call, lad.”
“Is it? I’ve put Britt’s life in danger. I’m keeping you and my father away from your wives.”
There was a creak as Galen shifted in the chair. “Aiden, when will you learn that as Warriors, we do whatever is needed to keep the ones we love safe? Reaghan understands this, as does your mother.”
Aiden lifted his head and looked at Galen.
“Besides, you needed this. Just as you need Britt. Doona think we have no’ noticed how you look at her. Take my advice, lad, and doona let happiness slip through your fingers.”
Aiden looked out the window to Britt’s flat and saw her shadow walk past her window. All he could think about was her. Her smile, her amazing blue eyes, and that wealth of golden hair.
“Nay. I willna let it slip through my fingers.”
Laura smiled and wrapped her arms around Charon. His hands were on her body, touching her as only he could. His weight shifted atop her as the blunt head of his arousal sought entry into her body.
She had waited for him for so long, but finally he was hers to caress, to hold.
His body rocked over hers, the long length of his cock sliding deep within her. She moaned, her hands tightening on his back.
He whispered her name, soft and seductively. She opened her eyes and his dark gaze caught hers as he thrust again and again inside her.
The climax was close. Each stroke from Charon sent her hurtling toward release until it …
Laura gasped as she jerked awake. She scanned the forest, thankful that the sun had risen again. Her body still hummed from the delicious, erotic dream she’d been having.
But it was just a dream. As much as she wanted it to be real, Charon wasn’t with her.
“Oh, Charon,” she whispered as she slumped back against the tree.
Another sound to her left got her attention, and she knew whatever it was had woken her out of her good dream for a reason. For several heartbeats she waited, listening, but didn’t see or hear anything else.