Free Midnight's Seduction by Donna Grant Page B

his perfectly manicured hands dirty with such menial jobs.”
    “What did he do to you, Saffron?”
    She turned away and pulled other items out of the bags to layout on her bed. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
    “Marcail has the ability to take away your pain if you need her to.”
    Saffron jerked her head around to pin Fallon with a glare. “I’ve carried this around with me for over three years, Fallon. I can handle it.”
    His eyes lowered to the ground for a moment as he nodded. When he next met her gaze he said, “If you change your mind, just come to me.”
    Saffron went back to pulling out her new items as the door clicked shut behind her.
    *   *   *
    All through Camdyn’s shower he could feel the turmoil in Saffron’s magic a level below him. It made it difficult for him to concentrate as her magic went from contentment to anger to regret to anxiety.
    He turned off the water and began to towel himself dry. The shower with the nearly instant hot water was something he had come to love immediately in this new time.
    The clothes had been a different story. Giving up his kilt was something he had done willingly to fit in with the new time and culture. But still, he missed seeing the bold red, black, and blue tartan of his clan.
    It still felt odd to have something around his legs, but he was getting used to the different pants. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a tee.
    He padded barefoot out of his chamber, only stopping when he reached the corridor. There was nothing he could do to help Saffron now. Going to her and asking her what was wrong would only let her know that he felt her magic differently.
    Instead, he headed to Broc’s chamber for some more video games. Broc’s chamber, however, was on the same level as Saffron’s.
    Camdyn walked down the stairs and took a right to Broc’s chamber instead of the left which would take him to Saffron’s. As he neared Broc’s room he passed Ian’s where Dani was trying to explain some game that was on the telly. Rugby or was it soccer? He couldn’t remember.
    It wasn’t until he knocked on Broc’s door and there was no answer that Camdyn turned and stared down the long hallway toward Saffron’s chamber.
    Most of the couples in the castle were spending time together, alone. Which left as his options Ramsey, Arran, Fiona. Or Saffron. Even Braden and Aiden had taken an interest in Kirsten and rarely left her side.
    Camdyn frowned as he thought of the newest Druid at the castle. There was something strange about Kirsten, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
    Another glance at Saffron’s door and the struggle to go to her or not remained. What would he accomplish if he went? He’d never been good with words, and he wouldn’t do as his body urged and kiss her since he didn’t want to complicate anything. So what was the point?
    He shook his head and started retracing his steps back to his chamber. There were a few books he wanted to read, movies waiting for him to watch, and even his iPod Touch was filled with songs.
    Camdyn smiled as he walked into his chamber and saw the flat-screen television and other modern accessories that seemed so foreign in the castle, yet at the same time looked as if they belonged.
    He wasn’t surprised technology had advanced so much, not after all the magic he had seen in his lifetime. With a click of the remote the telly was turned on.
    Camdyn plopped in his chair and tried to concentrate on the movie and not think about the delectable images of Saffron as she stood in her towel, her body still wet from her shower.
    *   *   *
    Deirdre drummed her fingers on her beloved stones. Touching the rocks helped to keep her calm, and calm was exactly what she needed now.
    She had used her magic to divine where Malcolm was. His task had been easy. Go to Edinburgh, find the Druid posing as a teacher, and kill all the children to flush her out. Then, Malcolm was to bring the Druid to her.
    Yet, somehow, Malcolm had ended up