Once Upon a Castle - Jill Gregory [77]
Felicity kept up a brisk pace as she returned to the castle. The sun had taken refuge behind the clouds, and the air had grown colder. Despite the warmth of the hooded cloak, she shivered and wished she hadn’t gone so far.
As she passed through the gates, her footsteps faltered. Though she could see no one, she had the strange feeling that she was not alone.
“What did you think of our village?”
She halted, recognizing Gareth’s voice directly behind her. She would not spin around and let him see her fear. Lifting her chin at a haughty angle, she challenged, “Why didn’t you come along and see for yourself?”
“I cannot go beyond these gates. I am bound to this land,” he said simply.
She did turn then, and the look of pain in his eyes caused her breath to catch in her throat. She instinctively lifted a hand. But before she could touch his arm, he stepped back out of reach.
So, he didn’t like to be touched. She filed the knowledge away in her mind.
“The villagers are fearful,” she said softly.
“It isn’t you they fear.” He gave a shallow laugh. “They have heard of the ghost that haunts Falcon’s Lair. It is only natural for them to fear what they cannot understand.” He studied her a moment, then said, “What about you, little happy face? Why don’t you fear the ghost of Falcon’s Lair?”
“Perhaps I do. Or perhaps I don’t believe in ghosts.”
He studied the glowing cheeks, the wind-tousled hair, and felt a wave of pure desire that left him shaken. It pulsed through him, adding to the aura of heat that seemed to shimmer around him.
His voice lowered. “Oh, I’m real enough. But you needn’t fear me. I will never harm you.”
“What keeps you here?” she asked softly.
“Unfinished business.” His eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the castle.
She followed his gaze but could see nothing out of the ordinary. When she turned back, she saw that he was watching her with a look that made her heart race. It was a hungry, wolfish look that nearly devoured her.
She caught up her skirts, determined to get away from him. But before she could take a step, his hand shot out. Though he didn’t actually touch her, she could have sworn that she felt the curl of his fingers around her wrist, stopping her in midstride. The heat was shocking in its intensity. It raced along her arm and sent the blood pulsing like liquid lava through her veins.
He saw the widening of her eyes. Just a flicker. His admiration for her went up a notch. Though she was afraid, she didn’t panic. And though she stiffened, she didn’t struggle. Didn’t fight. She merely stood toe-to-toe with him and shot him a look that dared him to step over the line.
He’d always loved a dare. It was his weakness—and his downfall. After all, it was a dare all those centuries ago that sent him into this limbo.
He shifted his gaze to her mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To brush those soft lips with his? It could be an experiment. To see just how far he could push the boundaries. Of course, it was forbidden by the Fates. But then, hadn’t he always broken the rules?
Hers was a mouth made for kissing. A dangerous temptation. Would she yield or would she fight? Either way, it would prove very satisfying.
Felicity had never felt like this before. Though he made no move to touch her, she was completely helpless to move. She was quite certain that she didn’t want him to kiss her. And yet she knew that if he did, she would not fight him. In fact, she would be lost.
Feelings, strange, compelling feelings, churned through her, leaving her dazed and reeling.
Gareth was