Bound by Song (Cauld Ane Series, #4)

by Piper Davenport

  He grasped her arm. “Baby, it’s the middle of the night.”

  “Not for Maggie, it isn’t.”

  “Where’s your phone?”

  Grace nodded at the wall. “In my room...I think.”

  Max sighed and grabbed his cell phone, handing it to her. “Here.”

  Grace dialed her sister’s number, letting Max pull her close.

  “Hello?” Maggie said.

  “Hey, Mags.”

  “Grace? What number are you calling from?” Maggie asked.

  “Max’s phone.”

  “Ohmigod! I have Max’s number now?”

  “Maggie,” Grace said with a sigh.

  “Sorry. What time is it there?”

  “I don’t know, around three. How are you feeling?”

  “I feel a little better.”

  “Did you go to the doctor?” Grace asked.

  “Yep. They took a bunch of blood and we’re supposed to find out the results in a couple of days or so.”

  Grace bit her lip, leaning heavily against Max. “What do they think it might be?”

  “You know doctors, Gracie. They don’t know anything. It’s probably just a sinus infection or something.”

  “They don’t typically take blood for a sinus infection.”

  “They don’t? Hmm. That’s weird, then.”

  Grace frowned. “They didn’t give you any indication of what it could be?”

  “No, why?”

  Grace gritted her teeth in an effort not to squeal in frustration.

  Max held his hand out. “Give me the phone.”

  Grace handed it to him and looped her arm around his neck.

  “Maggie, lass. It’s Max. Aye.” He angled the phone so Grace could hear Maggie’s answers. “Did the doctor say what they would test for?”

  “They just said they were going to run the gamut,” Maggie said. “It’s totally fine, Max. Seriously. They gave me antibiotics, and I’m already feeling better.”

  “All right, lass. You’ll let Grace know when you get the results, right?”

  “Yeah, if she wants me to.”

  “I do,” Grace said loudly. “Right away, okay?”

  Maggie giggled. “Yeah, yeah. Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping, sissy?”

  Grace couldn’t stop a reluctant smile. “Yes.”

  “Then why are you with Max? Are you in his room, or is he in yours?”

  Grace groaned. “I’m in his. I had a nightmare. Nothing else is going on.”

  “Hm-mm, sure.”

  “I’m hanging up now.”

  Maggie laughed. “Good night, Gracie.”

  “Night,” Grace said, and Max hung up.

  He set his phone back on the nightstand and pulled her between his knees. Grace wrinkled her nose. “She’s such an ostrich. She’s more interested in what I’m doing with you than she is in her own health.”

  Max smiled gently. “Maybe she just doesn’t want to borrow trouble.”

  “Did you or did you not notice something more than a cold?” she challenged.

  “Aye.”

  “Then don’t patronize me.”

  Max patted her hips. “Fair enough, love.”

  “Thank you.” Grace pulled away, but Max held tight. “I should go back to my room.”

  He shook his head. “I think you need to stay here for a bit.”

  “I’m fine, baby.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Oh. That was a pretty intense nightmare.” She stroked his face. “Have you been watching too many horror films?”

  “I wish.” He shook his head, his face falling. “I’m so sorry, love.”

  “What for?”

  “That was my sister. In the dream.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Moira. She was murdered. I didn’t realize you’d be dragged into the nightmare with me.”

  Grace’s eyes filled with tears. “Max. I had no idea.”

  “I know. I didn’t want this to touch you.”

  Grace pulled away, this time forcefully.

  “What?” Max asked.

  “You have to start talking to me,” Grace demanded. “It’s not fair that you bottle this stuff up, but expect me to bare my soul.”

  “I’ve already shared more with you than anyone else.”

  “Well done,” she droned.

  “Grace.”

  “What? This is huge, Max. It’s something that affects you so deeply...enough that you’re having nightmares. You don’t think I’d want to know about it? Take some of that burden from you?”

  “I don’t want to burden you with this!” he ground out.

  “Well, this is the part of the problem, isn’t it?”

  “What is?” he asked.

  “I want to shoulder the burden, Max.”

  “Well, it’s no’ going to happen.”

  “Then neither are we.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

  “Nothing, Max. I’m going back to bed.”

  Before she could sidle past him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping her. “I’m sorry, Grace.”

  She kept her hands at her sides, forcing herself not to run her fingers over his perfectly formed chest.

  “Go ahead,” he said.

  She let out a groan and tried to pull away again. “Stop doing that.”

  He held her tight and nuzzled her neck. “Doing what?”

  “Reading my mind.” Grace bit her lip, unable to keep herself from wrapping her arms around his neck and responding to his kisses. Before she knew what hit her, she was stretched out on the bed, under Max, who was doing incredible things to her throat. He cupped her breast as he projected images of them making love in her mind. She whimpered at the pain pushing him away caused. “Wait. Max. Stop.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

  He swore and rolled away from her, dragging his hands down his face.

  Grace sat up and took a deep breath. “I’m going back to bed.”

  “Okay,” Max said from behind his hands.

  She climbed off the mattress and walked to her room. She didn’t know how she was going to survive the next few days without going crazy. Her sister was sick and her boyfriend refused to talk to her.

  Refused is a bit harsh.

  Go away, Max.

  She let herself back in her room and sat in the chair by the window. She was exhausted, but her mind was whirling. She needed a diversion, so she grabbed a pair of headphones and her laptop and pulled up a movie, but didn’t get far...the light from the hallway pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up to see Max standing in the doorway. He’d put on a shirt, which helped.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to stop myself from watching videos on how to hide a body. What do you need?”

  He watched her for a few tense seconds before he knelt in front of her and laid his head on her lap. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  She slipped her fingers into his hair, his touch comforting her. She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “At some point, you have to talk to me, Max. This won’t work otherwise. I don’t want to read your mind. I want you to tell me.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Not very hard.”

  He sat up and frowned. “Grace.”

  “Max,” she mimicked, and gripped his chin. “I’m losing patience with you.”

  He gave her a slow smile. “No, you’re not.”

  Grace stood, pushing him away from her. He stood and reached for her, but she shook her head and raised her hand. “Go back to bed, Max.”

  “At least let me help you fall asleep. I can feel your headache.”

  She crossed her arms. “How are you going to do that?”

  Max waved to the bed. “Climb in.”

  Grace wasn’t sure if this was another ploy, but she was exhausted, and any help would be appreciated. She slid under the covers and Max laid down be
side her, staying on top of the comforter, and wrapping an arm around her waist.

  She smiled as her headache disappeared. “Spooning with you really feels like we were made for each other.”

  He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I was just thinking the same thing. Close your eyes.”

  She did as he asked, scooting back to increase her contact with him. He whispered to her in several different languages, and she felt her body relaxing.

  * * *

  Max waited until he knew Grace was asleep before slipping out of her room and back to his. He knew he was fucking things up with her, but was at a loss as to how to fix it. The kicker of it was that he wanted to give her everything, but couldn’t seem to give her the only thing she asked for.

  His phone buzzed on the nightstand and he saw Niall’s number pop up. “Hey, Nye. Everything okay?”

  “Ah, no. You need to get dressed and come to the east wing. Pepper’s freaking out and Connall’s asking for you.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

  Max hung up and pulled on socks and boots, glad he was already dressed, and made a run for the royal apartments. If Pepper was in labor and freaking out, he had an inkling something was going on with Jonesy.

  He arrived at the private entrance and was granted access immediately. He heard Pepper yelling before he even got to their room. Niall, Brodie, and Mikko milled around in the hallway, each of them appearing as tired as he imagined Connall to be. “What’s going on?” Max asked.

  “We don’t know,” Niall said. “All I know is what I told you.”

  “Ekki snerta mig! Ég vil aldrei láta þig snerta mig aftur! Hvar í fjandanum er Max?” Pepper bellowed.

  Max grimaced. “I only caught part of that, something about me.”

  Brodie nodded. “Aye, she said, ‘Don’t touch me! I never want you to touch me again! Where the hell is Max?’”

  “Should I go in?” he asked in trepidation.

  Before anyone could answer, the door opened and Payton stepped outside, her face showing relief when she caught sight of Max. “Oh, good, you’re here. Something’s wrong with Jonesy. He’s freaking out and no one can calm him down. We’re trying to keep Pepper from burning down the house, but she’s worried about her horse, and her labor’s not going well.”

  “Is she all right?” Max asked. “It’s been a long time.”

  “Aye, she and the baby are fine; he’s just not quite ready to come out. She’s only been in hard labor for about two hours. Contractions are coming every three minutes now. Gillian and Kade have that part handled, but Connall can’t deal with Jonesy and keep her calm. Her hair’s darkening faster than it has in the past, and she’s switched to Icelandic, which is what happened after her conversion. It’s all quite fascinating, but Connall’s exhausted and worried.”

  Pepper screamed again and Max cringed.

  “Max er kominn, Pepper. Hann er að fara að gæta að Jonesy,” Payton called.

  “Hvað í fjandanum tók hann svo langan tíma? Ekki snerta mig!” Pepper snapped.

  Payton grimaced. “She wants to know what took you so long. The other part was for Connall.”

  “I’m going now, lass,” Max called through the door. “Jonesy will be fine.”

  “Hvað?” Pepper called.

  “Go,” Payton said. “I’ll translate.”

  Max nodded and took off.

  * * *

  After a quick kiss from Brodie, Payton let herself back into the room and made her way to the bed. “Max er farinn að gæta að Jonesy. Nú, þarftu bara beina athyglinni að syni þínum, allt í lagi?” Payton assured her. (Max has gone to take care of Jonesy. Now, just focus on your son, okay?)

  Pepper’s hair lightened again, although, it was still darker than was safe. Pepper tried to pull her hand from Connall’s again. “Ekki snerta mig!” she snapped.

  “Elskan, ég verð að snerta þig, annars brennir þú húsið til grunna,” Connall said. (Baby, I have to touch you or you’ll burn the bloody house down.)

  Pepper fell back against the pillows and Samantha checked the monitor. “Contraction’s over,” Sam said, and laid a cool cloth over Pepper’s forehead.

  Pepper’s hair went back to blonde and she took several deep breaths. She burst into tears and grabbed Connall’s shirt. “Ég vil þetta barn út!” (I want this baby out of me!)

  “Bráðum, elskan. Ég lofa.” (Soon, sweetheart. I promise.)

  “Here we go,” Samantha warned.

  Pepper gritted her teeth as another contraction hit her. She screamed as she ripped Connall’s shirt down the middle.

  “Number three,” Kade said.

  “Damn it, I liked that shirt,” Connall complained.

  “Just go bare-chested.”

  Connall shook his head. “And have her rip my skin? No thanks.”

  “I’ll have Brodie grab you a few more shirts,” Payton offered.

  “Connall Jakob Gunnach, ef þú reynir að fá mig í rúmið aftur, mun ég drepa þig!” (Connall Jakob Gunnach, if you ever try to get in my bed again, I will kill you!)

  “Ég veit, elskan,” he said softly. (I know, baby.)

  “I really thought for sure there’d be a lot more swearing,” Samantha said, once the contraction was over.

  “Oh, you’re not hearing what she’s saying here,” Connall said, and tapped his temple.

  Samantha smiled gently. “Sorry, Con.”

  “Hvað ertu að tala um á bak við mig?” Pepper accused. (What are you saying behind my back?)

  Before anyone could answer, another contraction hit.

  Gillian smiled. “Ten centimeters, fully effaced. She’s ready to push.”

  “Thank God,” Connall whispered.

  MAX MADE IT to the stables before Jonesy did any real damage.

  “Oh, Mr. MacMillan, thank the Lord,” Andy said as Max entered the barn.

  “Step aside,” Max directed, and pulled open the stall door. Jonesy obviously saw his exit and took advantage, knocking Max on his arse and galloping outside. “Shite!” Max snapped, and went after him. Luckily for Max, the horse stopped in the courtyard, whinnying and throwing his head around.

  “Jonesy,” Max called. “You daft beast, come here.” Max approached, but Jonesy kicked out at him, something he hadn’t done before. Max was quick, but not quite quick enough to avoid no contact. “Fuck!” he snapped, and grabbed his thigh where Jonesy’s hoof caught him.

  He took a second to heal the bruise and then approached the horse again...this time, from the front, near his shoulder. “Shhh, Jonesy, boy. I’m sorry I called you daft. Come here. Pepper’s going to be really annoyed if you don’t calm down.”

  The horse eyed him, but quit throwing his head around. His tail settled as he lowered his head and let Max approach. “Good boy.” Max stroked the horse’s neck, further calming him, and slid the halter on. “Pepper’s fine. She’s having a baby, but she’ll be ready to ride you again before you know it. If I could, I’d take you up to her room, but I can’t, so you’ll just have to be patient.”

  Jonesy nickered in response and Max smiled. He may not speak “horse,” but he could tell Jonesy understood Pepper’s name, which settled him down further.

  “Good boy,” Max said, and dropped his head on the horse’s neck. Max was suddenly so very, very tired.

  Max? Are you okay?

  Aye, love. Just dealing with a temperamental horse. Go back to sleep.

  I’m sorry we argued.

  Me too, baby.

  Are you sure you’re okay?

  Max smiled. Aye. Just tired.

  I love you.

  I love you too. Go back to sleep.

  He waited a few minutes and when he didn’t hear anything more from Grace, he focused back on Jonesy. “Can I trust you to stay in your stall without destroying the building?”

  The horse let out a snort.

  “I’ll come and see you tomorrow.” Max gathered the lead and started back toward the barn. Once Jonesy was ba
ck in his stall, Max hung up the halter and headed back to the house, texting Payton on his way to let her know Jonesy was fine. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and then straight into the shower.

  As the water washed over him, he felt Grace stir in his mind. He shook his head. You’re supposed to be asleep.

  I can’t sleep. What was wrong with Jonesy?

  He’s worried about Pepper. He knows something’s up with her.

  Has she had the baby yet?

  Max turned off the water. I don’t know.

  What are you doing?

  Getting out of the shower.

  Oh.

  He felt her arousal and grinned. Guard your thoughts, love. I’m amped up enough as it is.

  Sorry.

  Try to sleep, Grace. I’ll see you in the morning. He toweled off and pulled on a pair of shorts before heading back to his room. Pushing open the door, he knew he wasn’t alone as he stepped inside. “Hi, sweetheart.”

  “I couldn’t sleep,” Grace said, from the chair in the corner.

  “I see that.” He closed the door and threw the towel on the bed, opening one of the bureau drawers and dragging on a T-shirt.

  “Did you draw these?” Grace asked, pulling a few sheets of paper from behind her back.

  “Aye.”

  “When?”

  Max took them from her and laid them on the bed. He picked one up and handed it to her. “This one I did the night you didn’t come to my show in Portland.”

  She drew her knees up and settled her chin on top. “Wow. Do you see me this way?”

  “Yes.”

  She blinked back tears. “You do?”

  “Aye? What’s the matter, love?”

  “This is just so beautiful.”

  “Baby, you are beautiful.” He stroked her cheek. “What’s going on, Grace? Your emotions are all over the map.”

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I hate that we fought.”

  “We didn’t really fight, baby.”

  “I hate that we argued, then.”

  He held a hand out to her. “Come here. I think you’re picking up on my exhaustion, which is heightening your confusion.”

  She took his hand and rose to her feet, sliding into his arms with a sigh.

  He rubbed her back. “Better?”

  Grace nodded. “Much.”

  His phone buzzed and he kept an arm around Grace as he checked his text. “It’s from Payton. Pepper had her baby boy. Six pounds, one ounce.”