Katriona’s [POV]
My words bring a small smile to Sylan’s lips and a murderous tinge to his eyes.
“Everyone knows your father, mo chroi. We’ve been looking for him. Where do you think we can find the devil?”
Two simple questions tell me everything I need to know.
Sylan leans close. So close I can feel his breath brush against my bare neck, his warmth meld with mine. Any closer and I could be in his arms.
“I know you’re scared. You can whisper the answer to me and no one will ever know. Ever hurt you. That I swear an oath to.” With his nearness comes a masculine scent that only warms the flush in my cheeks.
When I say nothing, his fingers move from the silk strand to tease over the lacy ruffle lining the top of the bodice.
My teeth skim my lower lip.
“Answer me, mo
