Page 35 of Night Embrace (Dark-Hunter 2)
In his mind, he saw the hurt in Nynia's eyes. Saw the tears she'd tried to hide.
Speirr clenched his teeth, flexing his jaw with determination. "I willna do this." He whirled around and left the hall, hearing the shocked gasps as he made his way to the door and out into the village.
A few seconds later, his aunt and uncle came rushing out behind him. He was halfway to his horse when his uncle grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly to a stop.
"What is wrong with you?" he demanded.
"Speirr?" his aunt said in a gentler tone. "What is it?"
He looked back and forth between them, searching for the words to make them understand what was in his heart. "I willna marry her."
"Oh aye, you will," his uncle said sternly. His dark eyes snapped fire at him. "Now march yourself back in there and finish this."
"Nae," he said stubbornly. "I willna marry her while I love someone else."
"Who?" they asked in unison.
"Nynia."
They exchanged a deep frown.
"Who the blazes is Nynia?" his uncle asked.
"The fishmonger's daughter?" his aunt said.
The two questions came at him at once. Until his aunt's comment registered in his uncle's mind.
"The fishmonger's daughter?" he repeated.
His uncle moved to pop him on the back of his head, but Speirr caught his hand and glared at him. His days of being hit by his uncle were long over.
"Are you mad?" his uncle demanded, wrenching his arm free. "How do you even know her?"
Speirr tensed, expecting his uncle's condemnation. No doubt they would finally banish him from their clan just as they had done his mother.
None of that mattered.
Nynia was the only person who had ever really accepted him.
He would not fail her by marrying someone else while she had to go back to the misery of her life.
He refused to grow old without her.
"I know you don't understand and I know I should just go and marry the Gaul's daughter, but I can't." He looked at his aunt, hoping someone would understand his plight. "I love Nynia. I don't want to live without her."
"You are young and foolish," his uncle said. "Just like your mother, you let your heart rule you. If you fail to do this, you will never live down your mother's shame. You will be seen as nothing more than a ridiculed whoreson. Now get back in that hall and marry Deirdre. Now!"
"Nae," he said firmly.
"So help me, Speirr, fail to do this and I will see you banished for it."
"Then banish me."
"Nae," his aunt said, intruding on their argument.
She held that distant, faraway look that she got whenever she saw through the natural world into a higher level. "The gods are at work here, Idiag. Look into his eyes. Nynia is his soulmate. They are meant to be together."
His uncle cursed. "This would have been a great alliance for our clan," he muttered bitterly. "It would have ensured peace between our peoples and guaranteed that no one would have contested Speirr as my heir. But I won't argue with the will of the gods."
He patted Speirr on the arm. "Go, Speirr. Go claim your Nynia while I try and salvage what I can from this meeting and hopefully avert a war."
Speirr blinked in disbelief. It was the first time in his life that his uncle had ever been kind or merciful toward him. "Do you mean it?"
He narrowed his eyes at him. "Lad, you'd best be off before common sense returns to me."
Speirr shouted as he raced for his horse. Then he ran back and hugged his aunt, then his uncle. "Thank you. Thank you both."
As fast as he could, he ran to his horse and jumped up onto the back of it. He set his heels into its flanks and headed toward their own lands.
Speirr tore through the forest at a dead run. His black stallion flew through the tangled underbrush and weeds, kicking up dirt in their wake. The sunlight drifted through the trees, dappling his armor as he urged the horse faster.
He had to reach his Nynia...
Nynia sighed as her mother handed her the tattered old basket that held ten nasty-smelling fish. "Must I deliver this?" she asked her mother, her voice pleading for clemency.
"Your brother is off on an errand and they be wanting it. Now go, child. I'll brook no more arguments from you."
Nynia clenched her teeth as she took the basket. How she hated this. She would rather be beaten than travel to the smith's home where Eala would no doubt be waiting to take her delivery. Her own age, Eala was the smith's daughter but she acted as if she were descended from a line as noble as Speirr's.
The girl took great pleasure in humiliating her.
And today, Nynia was in no mood for it. Not while her heart was so sore from its loss.
By now her Speirr would be married to another. He would be lost to her forever.
Blinking back tears, she left the tiny hut she shared with her mother, father, and brother, and headed for the nicer side of the village where the rest of the people resided, upwind from the fishmonger, tanner, and butcher.
"Oh, Speirr," she whispered as she wiped away her tears. How could she make it through a single day without him? All her life she'd had him to see her through the misery of her work. She'd always looked forward to their meetings. Looked forward to sharing laughter and fun with him down by the loch.
Now those days were gone forever.
When he returned, it would be with a new wife.
One day, his queen would bear his children...
Pain assailed her even more. Nynia walked aimlessly through the village, her thoughts on the only man she would ever love and on the fact that she would never bear his children. Never be able to hold him again.
She drew near the smith's cottage and saw Eala wasn't alone today. She stood with a small group of friends, talking. She recognized three of the boys, and the girls would have been her friends, too, had she, as they so often reminded her, not smelled of fish.
"Oh bother," Eala said disgustedly. "It's the fish girl with her fetid stench. Quick, everyone, hold your breath or you'll turn blue."
Nynia lifted her chin. They couldn't hurt her with their words. Not today. She was hurt enough.
She shoved the basket into Eala's hands.
Eala shrieked. "You're vile, Nynia!" she shouted, dropping the basket and dancing away from it. "No man will ever want so smelly a woman. Will he, Dearg?"
Dearg turned a speculative eye on Nynia. "I don't know. From what we saw her giving to Speirr the other day, I'd be willing to hold my nose."
Her face on fire, Nynia was horrified that someone had stumbled upon her and Speirr while they were making love in the woods.
"What say you, Aberth?" Dearg asked another handsome youth.
"Aye. She'd be good for a tup or two, especially since she's sheathed a strong sword, but you can marry her if you're like Speirr and common filth is to your taste. I'd rather not."
Their mean laughter rang in her ears.
Humiliated and embarrassed, Nynia had started away from them when she caught the sound of a horse approaching at a dead run.
Everyone in the village grew quiet at the sound. It was obvious the rider was in a dire hurry. His thick, deep voice could be heard urging the horse onward toward the village.
The instant Speirr came flying out of the woods, people scattered out of his way.
Nynia couldn't move as she watched him.
He had his head bent low, and both he and the horse were covered in sweat. United in power, beauty, and form, the two of them were a fierce and frightening sight to behold.
They flew as if the demons of Annwn were hot on their heels.
She expected him to keep riding past her, toward his home.
He didn't.
Instead, Speirr reined his horse in sharply before her, the fierce beast rearing and pawing at the air.
He jumped from his saddle and swept her up into his arms.
Her heart pounded with joy, but she was scared of this. Scared of what his disheveled appearance here meant.
"Fiu?" she asked hesitantly, using the proper term for prince, knowing that with so many witnesses, she could never call him by his given name. "What is it you would have of me?"
His amber eyes were shiny and bright and filled with his heart as he stared at her. "I would have you, my love," he breathed. "Every day for the rest of my life. I've come to marry you, Nyn. If you'll have me."
Tears filled her eyes. "Your uncle?"
"He wishes us well and will meet you when he returns."
Her hands shook as she held him tight.
"You are mine, precious Nyn," he whispered. "I want no other in my life."
"Even though I smell like a fish?"
He laughed at that. "And I smell like a sweaty horse. We're a perfect pair, you and I."
Only he would say such a thing.
Tears rolled down her face as she held him close and wept from happiness.
Her Speirr had come back to her and she would never let him go. They were meant to be together.
Forever...
Sunshine woke up with a feeling of warm serenity deep in her heart. She felt the weight of Talon behind her and smiled sleepily.
She didn't really remember her dream other than the fact that it had been about Talon.
And it had comforted her.
She checked her wristwatch and saw it was just after noon. She should be at work by now, hawking her artwork in the square.
Yet she had no desire to get out of this futon.
Rolling over, she snuggled into Talon's body.
She laid her head on his shoulder and traced the tattoo on his chest. He was so warm and inviting.
"It's good to have you home, love." He whispered those words to her in a language she'd only heard once before when they had been making love last night, and yet she understood him.
She lifted herself up and realized he was still sound asleep. "Talon?"
He didn't budge.
"Speirr?" she asked, wondering why that name came to her mind, but somehow it seemed only right that she should call him that.
His eyes fluttered open. He frowned at her. "Do you need something?"
Sunshine shook her head.
He closed his eyes, rolled over and returned to sleep.
Oh, this was just too friggin' weird.
Why did she know that name and why did he respond to it?
Had it been part of her dream?
She tried to recall it, and for her life she couldn't.
As he lay there with his back to her, she saw something in her mind's eye. It was like a vague childhood memory.
She saw Talon as an adolescent youth, stretched out over a large stone table. There were other monolithic stones around them, forming something that vaguely reminded her of Stonehenge.
Talon was lying on his stomach, his arms under his head, as a tall, dark-haired man leaned over him. The man's black robes billowed as he beat Talon with a frayed whip.
Talon was looking straight at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears while he kept his jaw firmly locked.
Meet me later. He mouthed the words to her and she nodded.
Sunshine pulled back, alarmed.
Her dream rushing back to her, she scrambled from the bed and grabbed Talon's cell phone, then called her mother. She stepped outside the cabin's door so that Talon couldn't overhear her conversation.
"Sunshine?" her mother asked as soon as she recognized Sunshine's voice. "Where are you? Storm said you blew him off last night without calling."
"I'm sorry, Mom. You know me. I got distracted and forgot to call. Listen, I need to know something. Do you remember years ago when you and Grandma did that whole past-life regression thing on me?"
"Yes?"
"I remember you and Grandma telling me that I was an ancient Celt, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember anything more specific than that?"
"No, not really. I'd have to call Mom and see if she remembers. Knowing her, she might. Why? You sound panicked."
"I am panicked. I'm having some bizarre flashback kind of thing. I don't know what else to call it. It's just very, very weird."
"Are you with Steve?"
"Talon, Mom, his name is Talon. And yes, I am."
"You think you knew him in a previous life?"
Sunshine looked back at the door and swallowed. "Honestly, Mom, I'm thinking I was married to him."
