Dera (Celtic Fae Legend Book One) (Lloyd Sisters Trilogy 1) Read Online Free Page B

a fire spell for good measure and nodded with satisfaction when they blew more brightly. It was not her fault she was being hard on the man, it was the only way she could deal with the overwhelming attraction she felt for him. She could feel the lust burning through her body like the embers in the Aga and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She took a deep breath and turned to find him staring at her, probably trying to figure her out.
    She turned an icy stare on him and placed both hands on her hips. "Alright, what did you do to my grandmother? Why did Isolde strip you of your powers?"
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    You could have heard a pin drop in the room. Hawk felt his body go rigid with shock and for the first time in his life, he felt blindsided. What the hell was going on? He felt rage course through him and shook his head fiercely. He immediately felt like his skull was on fire and the rage instantly evaporated.
    Dera swiftly came over to him, concern etched in her face. For the first time, she looked like the sweet woman he'd glimpsed in the market. "Here let me look at that." She went over to a cupboard and took out her first aid box and setting it down quickly she opened it up.
    Hawk blinked in surprise. It looked just like any other first aid box, filled with band aids and bandages. He caught a small smile on her face. "What did you expect to find in there?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement. "Dead toad's blood?" He felt his face fill with color and couldn't believe he was blushing. He was 350 years old by mortal standards; he never blushed, dammit! But there was something about this woman that reduced him to a blithering idiot. Must be the injuries addling his brain, he decided. Instead he shrugged lightly, "I've no idea." He admitted with a sheepish grin.
    Dera felt her tummy flip at his smile and concentrated on cleaning the gash on his forehead, muttering a healing spell as she did so. Hawk could feel the pain start to decrease immediately and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I sprained my wrist as well." He held his left arm up for her inspection. She held it tight and chanted her healing spell again and the pain started to dissipate in his wrist.
    He looked down at her hands on his hand and felt the attraction that had been simmering suddenly blaze. He held himself still and was thankful for the roomy trousers he wore, which hid the effect her touch was having on him. Her hands stilled and he heard her catch her breath before she quickly let go and began to pack up her first aid box.
    "You should be okay now." She said without looking at him. "You don't have any other injuries, if you'd been mortal I'd have insisted you have stitches to your forehead but your Fae blood will help it heal just fine. You'll ache a bit for the rest of the night but by morning you'll be nearly healed." She returned the box to its former position and turned towards the Aga. "I'm going to make us both some Chamomile tea and after that I want answers, oh and as I said earlier, I can tell lies a mile off so don't even bother going there."
    Hawk just gazed at her silently. He would need some answers of his own too, he thought bitterly. Like what he was doing stranded in Isolde's granddaughter's house without his powers. A granddaughter he hadn't even known existed; that had been a shock.
    A few minutes later they were both sipping their tea with appreciation. Dera had sweetened it with Mr. Davis's honey and added one of her healing concoctions to Hawk's. He was now starting to feel more like himself.
    "Okay Buster, who are you and what are you doing here in Carog?"
    Hawk studied her over the rim of his cup. "What do you know about what's happening in our world?"
    Dera frowned, "I need to know who you are first before I start talking about the Fae world."
    "I'm Hawk, Isolde, your grandmother, discovered I'd been travelling through the gate and exiled me here, stripping me of all my powers." He could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.