Free Midnight's Seduction by Donna Grant Page A

the side of Cara. Then she mouthed, “Remember this.”
    Lucan nodded, a slow smile spreading over his handsome face before he stepped near Cara and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck.
    Saffron’s clothes were soon forgotten as Cara and Lucan walked away.
    “They’ve always been like that,” Marcail said.
    Larena rolled her eyes and laughed. “The same can be said for you and Quinn.”
    “And you and Fallon,” Saffron replied.
    The two women looked at her, and Saffron shrugged. “I might have been blind, but the deep love between all of you can be felt through other senses.”
    Marcail laughed and began to gather up bags. “Come on. I’ll help you carry up all these bags.”
    “Don’t forget yours,” Larena called.
    Gwynn hurried and snatched up her own bags. “Or yours, Larena.”
    As the others walked away, Saffron could hold back no longer and looked at Camdyn. His emotions were closed off from her, but how she longed to know if he approved or not. She hadn’t done any of it for him. Yet, it would be nice to know a man appreciated her efforts.
    And then Camdyn was coming toward her after something both Hayden and Quinn had said to him. She turned toward him, and just when she thought he would stop, he continued on. But not before their hands touched.
    It was the simplest of touches, innocent and accidental. But the contact left her light-headed and aching for … more.
    Saffron gathered up her bags and walked up the stairs. She waited until she was in her room and everyone else had deposited her bags and left before she slumped against the door.
    It had been exhausting going out, but it had felt magnificent. Her eyes hurt from everything, and her feet couldn’t wait to get out of the heels. She had bought entirely too much in the way of clothes and shoes. And jewelry and makeup. And even soap and shampoo.
    But they were her things, things she chose for herself. It was silly to want such mundane items, but it was the first time she had felt like herself. Like the woman she’d been before Declan kidnapped her.
    Saffron had thought that woman gone, but maybe, just maybe, she was still somewhere deep inside waiting to come out again.
    She pushed off the door and began to pull things out of the numerous bags. It was the first time in a long time that she was glad she had the money her father left her. And it was a massive sum of several million dollars.
    Money her mother desperately wanted.
    Saffron refused to think about her mother as she sorted through the makeup she had bought. She was putting it away on the shelf in the bathroom when a knock sounded on her door.
    “Come in,” she called.
    The door creaked open as she put the last bit of makeup down. Saffron walked out of the bathroom to find Fallon standing in her doorway.
    “Thank you,” she said. “I’m not sure I told you, but I do appreciate you jumping me to London and Edinburgh.”
    Fallon smiled and leaned against the door frame. “As Larena said, you needed it. I hope you doona think I’m trying to keep you here.”
    “Not at all,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I know you worry about all the Druids. Right now isn’t a good time to be out and about with us getting ready to awaken Laria.”
    “And what of Declan?”
    She stiffened at the mention of the hated name. “I don’t fear him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
    “It’s no’. It’s merely a question. He’s out there and a danger.”
    “You don’t need to remind me of that. Until he’s dead, until I kill him myself, I’ll always be reminded of him.”
    “You intend to kill him yourself?”
    She smiled at hearing the surprise in his voice. “You don’t think I can?”
    “I didna say that,” he replied, his hands held palm out in front of him. “We all saw what Declan did to Logan and Gwynn.”
    “You mean his mercenaries. Where Deirdre had Warriors, Declan has resorted to mercenaries to carry out his unpleasant tasks. He wouldn’t want to get