“Ye shouldn’t have fought me,”
e shouldn’t have fought me,”The voice echoed grotesquely in Keelan’s ears as a hot pain flickered across her shoulder. Dry, sweltering darkness swooped down and surrounded her body. She cried out and thrashed until her fist made contact with something hard and warm. A shoulder?
Then, a soft baritone murmured in her ear, and she surfaced, her throat raw and burning from screaming.
“’Tis all right, lass. You are safe now. Hush, Keelan, you’re safe, my sweet.”
The heat suddenly left, replaced by a strange coolness. She groped for it in the darkness. Long, gentle fingers grasped her hand. A soft kiss fluttered like a butterfly against her palm. Strong arms cradled her head and shoulders. Long fingers stroked her hair. She floated into the comforting arms of M
