The sun was yet to peek over the horizon.
"Did it work?” Gavenia asked.
His body felt the same way.
"I think not.” He committed her beauty to his memory. “Gavenia, I do not have much time.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and held out his hand. “I love you."
Gavenia's lips tightened and she gave the babe to her mother. She picked up the sword. Slicing her hand, she stepped into the circle and roughly grasped his bloody hand, mingling their blood. She pressed her body against his.
"Hear me now, oh great Gods. I am Lady Gavenia Roberts ... Celtic Witch. I share my enchanted blood with his.” Her gaze was determined, her voice, strong. “I am his and he is mine. I will not release his soul!"
A thunder clap boomed outside and a gusty wind blew through the chamber, knocking the tapestry off the wall and breaking a chalice, but Tremayne and Gavenia held tightly to one another. Their eyes locked in each others’ gaze. A green light surrounded them in a cocoon and lifted them from the floor.
Gavenia's mother shouted something, but Tremayne could barely hear over the noise of the wind. He put his arms around Gavenia and held her close. This was what it felt like to be loved. If he was going to hell, at least he did so with her words in his heart.
The green light disappeared and they fell to the floor.
He pushed himself up and crawled over to where Gavenia lay sprawled. “Are you all right?"
Gavenia allowed Tremayne to help her to her feet. She looked up and gasped. Sun rays shined on his handsome face.
"Tremayne, you are still here."
He stared over her shoulder, out the window. A smile stretched across his face. He lowered his head and lovingly kissed her. Her heart swelled with happiness.
"Hazzah!” Callum shouted from behind and they turned to laugh.
Her mother smiled, swaying the babe in her arms. “It gladdens my heart to see all is well.” A wail came from the bundle in her arms. “I think this little one needs a feed."
Gavenia held onto Tremayne's hand and led him over to the bed, where she propped up her back with pillows. Adela lowered her baby into her arms, and Gavenia shifted the gown to the side, allowing access to one of her breasts.
Tremayne lay on the bed and watched with fascination.
Callum and her mother excused themselves and went to leave.
"Where is my milady wife?” Callum asked her mother.
Adela sighed and placed her arm around his shoulders. “About yer wife..."
The door closed behind them, leaving the chamber in silence with the exception of sucking noises coming from their baby.
Gavenia smiled down at their child. She unwrapped the cloth around her baby to find the gender. She was so happy. Gavenia smiled at her sorcerer. Her love.
"Pray tell me, is she a lass?” Tremayne's voice was light.
"Aye, we have a Celtic witch."
"A Celtic witch and a sorceress,” he corrected and kissed his daughter's plumb hand.
"May the Gods help us all."
"We do not need their help.” Tremayne shuffled closer to her and kissed her on the lips. “We have each other."
THE END
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About the Author
Born in Queensland, Australia, Lyn Armstrong has a passion for writing historical romance with an erotic element. This self-confessed romantic wrote her first novel in the early 1990's and has been writing ever since. Along with touring the countries she writes about, Lyn has served on the board of Florida Romance Writers. When she is not lost in the mystical world of Scottish lairds and enticing witches, she enjoys spending time with family and friends.
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