Dark Sidhe Claimed

Dark Sidhe

Claimed

Bronwyn Green

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DARK SIDHE CLAIMED

13 Perfect Strangers Collection

Copyright © 2011 BRONWYN GREEN

Cover art by Amanda Kelsey

Edited by Kathryn Lively

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First All Romance eBooks publication: February 2011

Chapter One

“Why do you hide them?”

Dread tumbled like a rock from a cliff into Tama’s stomach. Squatting, she put herself at eye level with the little boy and looked at the sticker bearing his carefully lettered name. “Hide what, Max?”

The tow-headed child cupped two chubby hands around his mouth and leaned closer. “Your wings,” he whispered.

Tama ruffled his hair and mentally strengthened the glamour that cloaked her. It was rare, but every once in a while a human caught a glimpse of her true form. Most assumed they’d imagined it, but children were far more in touch with the natural world.  “Sometimes,” she murmured, “people are afraid of things that are different, so it’s easier to hide them.”

The little boy tilted his head to the side, then nodded his understanding before running off to join the rest of his class, the existence of her wings seemingly forgotten.

Tama removed the leather gauntlet and laid it alongside the barn owl’s cage and glanced at Chloe. Hopefully, her coworker hadn’t heard what the child had said. Granted, most humans didn’t believe in the existence of faeries—let alone faeries that had been masquerading as humans and working alongside them for the last three years, but she hadn’t stayed hidden this long in the human world by being careless.

Chloe grinned and nodded toward the little boy’s disappearing form. “I think that’s the first guy you’ve shown actual interest in since I’ve known you.”

“What can I say?” Tama shrugged. “I’m picky.”

“You need to come out with me tonight,” Chloe declared. “Let’s find you a guy in your own age range. Not that the kid wasn’t cute, but come on. I swear, all you do is work.”

Tama shrugged again. “I like my job.” Laying the large leather glove on top of the owl’s cage, she hefted both onto a cart. “I can finish up tonight, if you want to go.”

The other woman put her hands on her hips. “Nu-uh. You’re at least going out for supper with me.” She gestured toward the disgruntled looking bird. “As soon as you get Grumpy Earl back in his enclosure and I make sure all of the stragglers have gone home, we’re out of here. No arguments.”

Tama stifled her sigh and pushed the owl out of the wildlife rescue center and down the path to the aviaries. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out with Chloe—she liked her.  But, too much time spent in human dwellings—particularly in modern buildings made with iron and steel—depleted her energy levels, making it difficult to maintain her glamour. It was one of the reasons she’d taken the position at the wildlife rehab center. In addition to enjoying the time working with animals, much of her job allowed her to spend time outside or in primitive outbuildings made primarily of wood and stone.

She also liked interacting with the human children, much preferring to see them in their own environment rather than held captive in the Seelie court as changelings. Of course, that didn’t happen as often as it once had, but it was still heartbreaking. It was one of the many reasons she had no desire to return.  No, she was better off living out her life in the human world—shortened though it would be. What use was a nearly unending life if she were trapped as the queen of a man she loathed? She shuddered at the thought. She knew he’d been searching for her since she fled the Sidhe kingdom, but so far she’d remained undetected.

She patted the wool-wrapped iron key in her jeans pocket. The iron leeched her strength, but it also masked her otherworldliness, keeping her hidden from any Sidhe that might be trying to find her. Unfortunately, it also caused constant pain in her leg, but some things were unavoidable.

“Hey!” Chloe called. “You about ready?”

Tama yawned. All she really wanted was some sleep.

“We’ll go somewhere quiet. How about that little Greek place up the road? There’s a new server there. He’s really hot.”

Tama grinned at her friend. “I’ve gotta do a couple more things, but I’ll meet you up there. I promise.” The truth was she couldn’t stomach riding in Chloe’s car. Being surrounded by that much iron made her nauseated and breathing was difficult—almost as if she were being suffocated.

“Just leave it for tomorrow,” Chloe said.

Tama shook her head as she headed out the door. “Go get us a table, and flirt with the cute waiter. I just need to check to make sure all of the animals have been fed, then I’ll be there.”

The other woman scowled, following her out into the snowy evening air. “You’d better be. I want you to meet this guy. I think he’d be perfect for you.”

“I’ll join you as soon as I’m done. I promise.”

“Okay.” Chloe tilted her head and studied Tama’s face for a moment before reaching out and plucking an eyelash from her cheek. She held it on her fingertip then blew.

Frozen in horror, Tama watched the eyelash fly from Chloe’s finger into the night sky.

“I’d tell you to make a wish, but I just made one for you.” Chloe grinned. “You can thank me later.”

Ice sluiced through Tama’s veins. Faeries were notoriously capricious when it came to wishing. Who knew what would happen with her uncloaked DNA carried through the air on a fancy? “What did you wish for?” she asked, her voice tight and even.

Chloe laughed. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“Humor me.” Tama managed a strained smile. “I have a hang up about these sorts of things. “

“Fine,” her friend said, rolling her eyes. “I just wished that you’d find your soul mate. Now hurry up. Maybe he’ll be at the restaurant tonight!”

“All right. I’ll be there soon,” she lied. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible. If there were any Sidhe looking for her, the damn eyelash carried on a wish would act like a locating beacon. The last thing she needed was for Dahire to find her and haul her back to the Seelie Court as his queen. His last queen had vanished under questionable circumstances, and Tama had no interest in experiencing a similar fate.

Chloe smiled and waved as she headed toward the parking lot. Tama mentally urged her to move faster while frustration welled inside her. She hated the idea of leaving this town, but there was no way she could stay. The risk was too great.

Dashing into the main building, she grabbed her backpack. She glanced at her bike propped up against the wall, and just as quickly decided to leave it. As much as she didn’t want to risk it, magic would be the quickest way out of there. However, she’d have to bury her trail by transporting to as many places as possible before she dropped from exhaustion. As weak as she was from carrying the iron, she wasn’t sure how far she’d get.

Closing her eyes, she tried to teleport, but both the old key and the building kept her from gathering enough magic to use effectively. She slipped her backpack over her shoulders and went outside. The ragged cry of a raven or crow shattered the silence of the night as she headed for the forest beyond the aviaries. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on end as a chill worked through her.

She skidded to a stop in the ankle-deep snow and tried to gather her power as two, huge ravens circled overhead. Before she could utter a single word, the birds glided lower, seeming to grow in size. Coal-black wings lengthened, shimmering as sleek feathers split into two sections, transforming into pale, strong arms and inky, almost iridescent wings. Bodies elongated and enlarged as their legs extended, flesh replacing talons, touching down on feet instead of claws as ragged looking wings unfurled behind them.

Her gaze darted everywhere, taking in the men before her, looking for weaknesses to exploit. They had to have at least one…somewhere. Tall and tightly muscled, they watched her with dark, unfathomable eyes. Black hair tumbled over their well-defined shoulders while they crossed their arms over broad chests. They seemed identical in every way.

Breath stalled in her chest as she recognized the spiraling patterns that covered their wings. Sweeping lines twisted over on themselves, bisecting the delicate veining and the scarred flesh. Clearly, they’d often seen battle.

Realization slammed into her, stealing her breath. These men were the things Seelie mothers warned their children about. They were the monsters under the bed. They were the Unseelie Fae…the Dark Sidhe.

Chapter Two

What did the Dark Sidhe want with her? Tama took one step back. Then another.  Stifling a scream, she turned and sprinted for the questionable safety of the wildlife center. She felt, rather than heard, them give chase. Their wings disturbed the air around her, carrying the scents of crushed greens and thick woods.

“Stop!” one of her nightmares ordered.

Not a chance.
Taking refuge in the human building would weaken her further, but she was willing to bet that they couldn’t enter it at all. Over the course of the last three years, she’d built up some immunity to humans and their surroundings. She might be weaker than she’d ever been in the faery realm, but at least she could use it to her advantage now.

Daring a glance over her shoulder, she only saw one of her pursuers. Anticipating that the other was about to appear in front of her, she darted left, only to slam headlong into a warm wall of flesh. The impact knocked her on her back, and snow slid up under her thick sweater, chilling her skin. It paled in comparison to the bone-deep terror that nearly froze her blood at the realization that she was trapped.

“Look, I don’t know what you two are doing here, but—”

“We’ve come for you, Tama, Princess of the Seelie Court.”

She swallowed hard, unable to make a sound.

Huge hands closed around her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. “She reeks of
humans
.”

The giant in front of her shrugged. “It’s to be expected. She’s been with them for some time.”

Heat and awareness radiated from the touch of the man behind her, spreading through her body making her feel languid…almost relaxed. It felt as if her body recognized him. What the hell was wrong with her? She needed to get away. His nearness clouded her thinking. She thrashed in his grip, thrusting back an elbow and connecting hard with his ribs.

On a grunt of pain, he jerked her closer, pinning her to his chest. His sharp inhalation echoed hers as her ass came into contact with his groin. Bending his head, his lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending shivers of unease and ill-timed desire coursing through her body. “Cease. Your. Struggling,” he rasped.

The other man gripped her chin and lifted her face so he could meet her gaze. “The time for hiding is past. You will leave this place.” Skin against skin, his touch tightened her body with something that felt suspiciously like need. It was as if her body was already familiar with his, as well. Her fear increased a hundredfold.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or how you got mixed up with Dahire, but there is no way on this earth that I’m going back to the Seelie Court.”

“On that, we agree,” he murmured.

If they didn’t mean to take her back to Dahire, what were their intentions?

“Look,” she said, forcing a bravado she was far from feeling. “Maybe we can make some kind of deal.” She had no idea what she could offer them, but she’d settle for buying herself enough time to get out of this mess.

The warmth of the touch, of the man holding her, seeped into her skin. It was followed by a fresh rush of need. His eyes widened as if he noticed her reaction. Was she that transparent? Did he feel it, too? More importantly, why did she even care?

A flurry of wings disturbed the air around them. Their gazes lifted to the sky in time to see a contingent of Seelie soldiers descending. A wash of cold air swirled around her as the warriors drew nearer, their wings blocking out the moon-bright sky.

The Dark Sidhe in front of her whirled toward the approaching mass and hurled a huge ball of blue tinged energy at them. Some dove toward the ground, veering away from the powerful blow, but others weren’t so lucky. At least three men dropped to the ground, their flesh sizzling.