Epilogue
From her vantage point high in the rafters, Tèile had a fine view of the newlyweds.
Theirs hadn’t been a huge celebration like the other couples she’d united and that meant no feasting—a shame in the faery’s opinion as she’d have enjoyed a drop of wine and some good food.
Surely she deserved as much after helping the clan win the battle?
But still, her heart warmed at the sight of Lorna slipping into bed next to Logan.
He winced.
“Forgive me,” Lorna whispered.
Logan chuckled. “I’ll forgive ye anything if ye keep pressing yerself against me like that.”
“Shhh, ye’ll wake the babe.”
He peered over at the crib. “He sleeps heavier than I do.”
Tèile fluttered down and perched on the edge of the crib. The dark-haired babe did indeed sleep heavily. She eyed the pudgy cheeks and tiny fingers and had to admit, human babies were quite endearing.
“How is yer wound?” Lorna asked.
“Well enough.” He released a wicked grin and wrapped his arms about her. “’Twill no’ prevent me from doing what I wish with ye, if that is what concerns ye.”
“I never thought it would.” Lorna began kissing along his jaw.
Tèile sighed and propped her chin on her hand. She always liked these moments.
“We shall move into our own cottage when ye are healed fully,” Lorna murmured against his jaw. “Then we shall be all alone.”
“I am healed well enough now. I think mayhap we should move on the morrow. That way” —he pressed down the shoulder of her chemise and skimmed his fingers over her skin —“I shall have ye all to myself and I shall be able to do what I wish with ye.” Logan lifted up and pressed her back against the bed.
“I shall be able to take ye on the table.” Leaning over her, he lowered himself to kiss her bare shoulder.
“At the morning meal.” Then her collarbone.
“When ye bathe.” He finally kissed the rise of her breasts.
“I have a great deal of years to make up for.”
Tèile saw the colour rise in Lorna’s cheeks. “A great deal of memories to create too.” She smoothed her hands through his hair and drew his head back to meet her gaze. “If yer memory never comes back, will it bother ye?”
He shook his head. “I have everything I need here. I dinnae need to know the past to know my future.”
“And ye dinnae regret that ye will never own land? Or a great keep?”
He pressed a finger under her chin. “What is this? Dinnae doubt me now, lass. What more does a man need than a beautiful lass in his bed and a handsome young son to carry on his name?”
Lorna gave a smile and her eyes glinted. “Oh... I dinnae know. Mayhap a few more sons?”
Logan laughed and kissed her firmly. “Aye, many, many more sons.”
Tèile couldn’t help but grin as they embraced.
All was well once more and she had yet again made another good match.
Soon they would be telling tales of her, of how she saved a clan by summoning the wolves to help, of how she prevented a war that would tear a country apart.
Why, she even drove off the Vikings! Tèile the Great, they would call her.
She fluttered her wings, flew down from her perch, pausing only briefly to view the couple.
After flying out the window, she stopped by the two other chambers to check on her other matches.
Satisfied all was well with those couples, she settled herself on the ramparts and stared up at the sky.
Stars glinted above, sparkling like faery wings.
The human world had once seemed so harsh and cold yet somehow humans managed to make it beautiful.
She turned when she felt a tap on her shoulder. The purple faery, her gossamer wings more beautiful than the night sky, motioned for her to follow. “’Tis time to return now.”
Tèile shook her head. Return to what? Daily feasts? Regaling the fae folk with her tales until she got bored and had no choice but to create some mischief? It wearied her just thinking on it.
The faery gave her an indulgent smile and nodded before fluttering off.
Tèile watched her go and a smile slipped across her face.
She would not regret not returning. There was much more fun to be had in the human world.
Not to mention, Logan had promised Lorna many more sons and there were two other babes on the way.
No doubt, watching over all those children would keep her busy for many more years to come.
THE END