Free Prince of Passion by Donna Grant

behind Elric.  
    “What is it?” Lucian asked.  
    Sorin crossed his arms over his chest. “Katrina and I have been up most of the last two nights trying to think of a way the spell can be undone.”  
    “I’ve already looked into it in the first week,” Elric admitted as he leaned against the wall. “Only the Fae who cast the spell on can remove it.”  
    Lucian snorted. “Wonderful. Where does that leave us now? I’ll lead if I must, but Keiran was born to that position. It’s his.”  
    “He’s already set things in motion,” Sorin said. He turned and walked to one of the arched windows in the hallway that overlooked their kingdom. “All we ever wanted was for each of us to return with our mates.”  
    “We thought that would be enough,” Elric admitted softly. “I can no’ imagine losing Marin.”  
    “Nor I Isabelle,” Lucian agreed. “Has Aimery found Saynarra yet?”  
    Sorin shook his head. “Nay. I wanted to go looking for her, but Aimery said if she could elude the Fae, I’d be useless.”  
    “He’s right,” Lucian said with a chuckle.  
    Sorin threw him a black look, but ruined it with a grin that soon faded. “If we could find Saynarra, we might be able to talk her into releasing Senga.”  
    Elric pushed away from the wall. “It willna happen. Even if Aimery and his army find her, she’s to be sentenced in their realm immediately. There willna be time for her to aid us.”  
    “Shite,” Lucian cursed.  
    Sorin couldn’t agree more.  
     
    * * * *
     
    Keiran was surprised to find night had fallen. The last time he had noticed the sky out the many windows of the chamber it had been day. How had he lost so many hours?  
    He’d relived every second of every moment he and Senga had been together. If only he’d known then what he knew now, he would never have stopped at the cottage.   When Aimery had told him of the trick Saynarra had played on them, Keiran’s stomach rolled in disgust. He knew it had been odd to have a cottage on such a mountain, but he had been so relieved to see it he hadn’t thought more about it. Now he knew why.  
    “I’m so sorry, Senga,” he said and entwined his fingers with hers. “I was supposed to protect you. I failed, love.”  
    “Do you love her?”  
    Keiran spun around at the sound of Saynarra’s voice to find the Fae standing behind him. He thought about calling out to his brothers or Aimery but couldn’t work up the notion.   There was nothing she could do to him now that would hurt worse that what had already been done.
    He sighed and turned back to Senga. “Aye, I love her.”  
    Maybe it was when he’d realized she had been taken from him that he’d known the emotions inside of him were love, not just lust. Senga was his everything, the other part of his soul. Without her, he was nothing.  
    “You should’ve just killed her,” Keiran said as the rage began to build inside him once more. He released Senga’s hand and stood to face the Fae. “What you’ve done to her, to me, is needlessly cruel. It wasna us who damaged your pride. You have bespelled someone so beautiful, so good, that our entire kingdom mourns her loss.”  
    Saynarra’s calm features never moved. “As you mourn her?”  
    He threw up his hands in defeat. He didn’t know why he was talking to her. Nothing would change what she had done. “Of course, I mourn my mate.”  
    “Word has spread that you are abdicating as heir and passing it on to Lucian.”  
    His gaze narrowed. “I have. I’m worthless to Drahcir without Senga. She still lives, so I can no’ die, but I’m dead inside.”  
    “A mate will die without the other?”  
    “Aye,” he said and turned his back on Saynarra. He couldn’t look at her stunning Fae features without seeing the Tnarg. It disgusted him.   She disgusted him.   No wonder his ancestor never fell in love with her.
    Though he should probably be on his knees begging for Senga’s freedom, Saynarra