CHAPTER 16
What are you staring at?”
Maire faced the window, stone-still, her eyes unseeing.
Kormick had noticed her empty gazes more often in these last few days.
What was she thinking? She never shared, but he couldn’t afford for her to fall apart at this point.
She had, many times before, but he always managed to put her back together again, and she loved him for it.
At least in her own way. He would remind her of her strength, her power, and, more covertly, that he had been her savior.
He was her savior. He had saved her when no one else would.
“Nothing,” she answered. “Just looking.”
He stepped up, standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder.
He looked out at the vista of Fomoria, the foreboding rocky crags, the lush forests, the wild realm he ruled, vast in its reach but limited in its offerings—at least for someone like her, who had partaken of all the sights and pleasures of the mortal world.
He kissed her bare shoulder. He wanted to give her everything they both deserved—the power they had been denied. That power was within their grasp now.
“Is it a mortal lover you miss? I can bring you one. Or many.”
She stiffened under his touch, silent in her answer, but then reached up, caressing his hand on her shoulder. “I lack for nothing. I am done with mortal lovers.” She turned to face him and added, “But I think some time at my loom would do me good.”
“I’ll arrange an escort.”
“The cottage is remote and long abandoned. My personal guards are enough.”