Accross the Veil Part 3

“Sainmhíniú. Curse me from the Light, I cannot stop loving you,” Keth whispered between fevered kisses.

Talia felt her heart pounding inside of her chest. She’d been an actress in Hollywood for over five years now and had shared impassioned kisses with many of Hollywood’s hottest actors. But they were boys compared to the man who was clutching her to his chest. He kissed her lips like she was water in a dry desert, like she was the sun to his moon, like she was the only woman in the world who mattered.

His fingers slid inside of her robe, sending electricity racing through her veins. Her skin was on fire, sensitive and hungry for his attention. But as his palm moved up, around her rib cage, teasing the side of her breast, her brain kicked in.

She couldn’t survive loving this man. He’d pierced her heart so deeply that she’d left the only world she ever knew. If she allowed him to hurt her again, there was no where left to run. No relief from the pain. No escape.

Talia broke the kiss and stepped back, tugging her robe tight again. “I can’t do this, Keth. Not again.”

He stood before her, his eyes on fire with passion, and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t?” She caught herself staring at his perfect lips and shook her head. “You hurt me, Keth. My heart and soul were yours and you turned your back on me.” A tear spilled down her cheek. “The only thing holding me together was my new life here, and my anger at you. Now you walk into my life and turn it upside down and I’m supposed to be thrilled and bed you right here in my living...” She glanced around her tiny trailer, realizing it didn’t even earn the designation of a room. “..Area? I don’t think so.”

He raked his fingers back through his long black hair, every chiseled muscle of his biceps tempting her. She gnawed at her lower lip, fighting to protect what was left of her heart, but her body was doing everything in its power to betray her.

“I already explained. My brother found out about us, Talia. He told me he was going to name you a betrayer. He would declare braitheann sí with the High Council. I didn’t want you to marry him. Just the thought of him touching you made my stomach retch.” He took a step closer, reaching up to wipe a tear from her porcelain skin. His thumb lingered, sliding along her jaw.

“But I would rather spend a lifetime in jealous torment, than face a day in a world without you in it.”

“So you lied to my face. You looked me in the eyes and told me you didn’t love me. You told me to marry Faldo.”

His eyes narrowed, and his teeth ground together. “I was protecting you, Talia.”

“No,” She shook her head, tilting her chin up a notch. “You were breaking my heart.”

“You don’t think it killed me to see you cry and know it was my fault? You don’t think it has tortured me for the past five years seeing you on television in the arms of other men?”

She wiped the tears from her other cheek. “You watched me on television?” He nodded and seemed to relax a little, but he frowned when he realized she wasn’t smiling. Talia crossed her arms. “So you’ve been here all these years and you never even attempted to talk to me?”

His brow furrowed. “When you left you told me you never wanted to see me again.”

“Of course I did. You had just broken my heart.”

“So I was respecting your wishes.”

“No, you were being a self-centered jerk. You should have found me and apologized so I could have forgiven you.”

He rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “So by protecting you, I broke your heart; and by honoring your wishes, I was a bastard.”

“Self-centered jerk,” she corrected.

Keth growled and stormed across the room, all two steps of it, and scooped her up into his arms. He stared down into her eyes as the corner of his mouth pulled up, hinting at a smile. “Woman, you make no sense.”

She laughed in spite of herself. “I’ve missed you too.”

Her smiled faded as she stared up into his green eyes. Right now they were dark, like a forest after a storm, and full of emotion. He bent to kiss her, softer this time, slowly nibbling at her lower lip as he whispered, “I am so sorry for hurting you, Talia.” Breaking the kiss he growled, “An aimsir láithreach.”

“I love you too,” she whispered as their lips fused together again. His tongue found hers, tangling together while her limbs ached to do the same. Keth carried her to couch and lowered her without breaking the kiss. As he rested above her, his fingers tangling in her red hair, she could feel his arousal against her thigh. Talia shivered with desire and moved her leg, brushing against him. He groaned into the kiss, his fist tightening in her hair as his other hand slid down her side until he found the opening in her robe. With his fingers splayed, he slid his hand up her abdomen to cup her breast.

She moaned, her back arching into his touch. Keth broke the kiss, nibbling his was down her neck to her shoulder.

Suddenly the door burst open. A huge man with silver eyes, draped in a blue cloak and an iron staff entered her tiny trailer followed by Faldo. He pointed at them and bellowed, “Braitheann sí.” He met her eyes and growled, “Betrayer.” He tipped his head toward the Sentinel. “Take her back to Summerland. The High Council can decide her fate.”

The Sentinel, pulled his hood back revealing his blood-red hair. Sentinels were the muscle of Fae royalty. Although they couldn’t’ wield Fae magic, they had troll blood in their lineage. What they lacked in magic, they more than made up for in brute strength. The iron staff would weaken most spells anyway.

As the Sentinel stepped forward Keth leapt to his feet. “You will have to kill me first.”

“With pleasure.” Faldo’s mouth twisted into a sick smile. “I have waited all my life for this.”

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