Cian sat back in his black Ford, staring at nothing in particular. He had left the lass several minutes ago, but he had been unable to remove himself from her lawn.He wanted to see her one last time, even if it meant seeing her in that dress, getting shipped off to another man.Melancholy had a mighty claim over him in a way he couldn't understand. He couldn't function. He couldn't think. Though, the aircon blasted cool air through its vents, he was sweaty. His hands shook around the steering wheel and he gripped the leather tight enough that it squeaked under his hold. His phone rang somewhere around him and though he knew it was Rosalind calling him to remind him of his flight, he didn't care to take the call.He swallowed hard, willing his raging heart to freeze over, but he had no control over the burning organ anymore. The lass had taken it from him and she didn't even know that.So she probably wouldn't know to return it to him either, because he was losing his mind withou
"It has been reported that the young heiress of King Corporations went missing a few minutes before her wedding. It is said that she was abducted--"Cian turned off the receiver, but Ivette didn't stop peering out the window. They hadn't said much to each other since she did the craziest thing she had ever done in her life.Run away from her wedding.What had she been thinking? And of course, rather than admit it to the general public that she'd run from her wedding, they would report her missing and abducted."I have a couple of clothes in my luggage," Cian said, breaking the silence and Ivette's train of thoughts. She turned slightly as he added, "they're in the back.""And if the news has reached the airport? If they're searching for me? You don't know my father. He'll find--""Change out of that miserable dress, lass. I'll take care of the rest."She eyed him skeptically, wondering just how he could 'take care of the rest' in this case. If her father was searching for her, he
Ivette was jarred awake by the incessant screeching of a child. She thought she might have been dreaming but something pulled painfully at her hair and her eyes snapped open to see startling eyes of amber, peering up at her with wonder.The child blinked. Ivette blinked too. The child blinked again, twice. Ivette frowned, and as though, that single motion had broken a spell she hadn’t known existed, the child small mouth widened so much and a horrendous screech escaped it. “Uncle Cian brought home lassie!”Ivette winced at the high pitched scream that followed a giggle that threatened to rip her eardrums, but it was nothing compared to Cian’s low growl as he lifted the child into his arms and untangled his fingers from Ivette’s hair, eying him with suspicion. “Niall, what did I tell you about screaming at my visitors?”“You never bring home lasses, Uncle!”“How do you even know that?” Cian scowled, dropping the child when another seemed to pop out from another corner, racing for him w
Ivette looked out the window, at the river beyond. She rubbed her hands as she sipped from her coffee cup, gaze resting upon the glittering waters.It was calming to watch.It felt strange. Standing by the window and having a cup of coffee. She'd never had the time to do this. She'd either always been in a rush or had her nose in piles of documents pending her approval.Now, however, she was jobless with nowhere to go. Her stomach grumbled and she sighed, dropping the coffee on the stand beside her. She'd refused to go down for lunch when Fiona had invited her. She didn't belong with them. She didn't belong here. It didn't matter how accommodating they were. She didn't want to overstep.She smoothened her dress as she sat by the edge of the bed. It was a pretty thing, the dress. Nothing like what she was used to wearing. It hugged her upper frame, its corset pushing up her breasts in a way that was both feminine and alluring.It flowed freely from her waist, pooling about her feet and
“Let me come with you.”Cian turned from the car and his eyes flickered slightly when his gaze met hers. It was the first time she had seen him in two day. He was gone every morning before she was up, and he only came back when she had gone to bed.If she didn’t know better, she would think he was avoiding her. . .but why would he?He had no reason to.Just to be sure she wasn’t imagining it, she had woken earlier than usual—before dawn, freshened up, and slipped into one of the many dresses that had been stuffed in her closet before running out of her room at the sound of light footsteps walking past her door.Cian peered down at where her fingers circled his forearm and rose to her face. “You doona know where I am going, but you wish to come with me?”Her grip on his arm tightened. "The view is great and all, but I am unused to staying put and looking out through a window every day like some miserable princess. It is bad enough that I can't make a call back home or try to contact my
The cool wind whipped at Ivette’s hair and she tucked a dark lock behind her ear. Knees wobbly, she shifted from foot to foot, silently though, so as not to disturb Cian.He had not moved an inch or said a word since he’d placed the flowers upon their headstones that had several other similar bouquets arranged about them, causing the area to resemble a flower garden. He stood motionless, eyes vacant. Though, he said nothing, she felt his grief from feet away. The pain emanating from him was palpable and she blinked back the sting of tears she felt behind her eyes.She thought about her parents. She had grown up alone, even when they had been with her, but it didn’t mean she didn’t love them or miss them. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like for Cian, whose family had been closely knitted.Never had she wanted to console someone so much. She wanted to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze lightly. She wanted to hold him and say things she didn’t know—anything to reduce the grief s
As Ivette rode on the horse beside Cian, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her long hair whipped behind her in the wind, and her eyes sparkled with joy as she leaned forward in the saddle, urging the horse to go faster. Her head snapped left when she noted Cian catching up and she rammed her foot into the horse's side, yelling an unintelligible word that had Cian barking out in laughter.The horse galloped across the rolling hills, kicking up dust and sending rocks scattering in its wake. Ivette's heart raced with each powerful stride, feeling the raw strength and energy of the animal beneath her.Beside her, Cian's grinned with an unholy light in his eyes, sharing in her excitement at the challenge.She knew he was holding back his speed with the horse to match hers. His eyes followed her every move, taking her in with looks she recognized. It was the same way he'd looked at her the night they had met. Awe. Fascination. And s
Ivette's breath turned shallow when Cian cupped her cheek. "Let me court you, lass."Her eyes shuttered and her insides twisted with the suddenly realization that she shouldn't have said that. "I...I can't.""Why do you keep running from me? Rejecting me? I am fairly certain you feel something for me--though I doona know what it is. I see it in your eyes. You want this. You want me."She shook her head, inching out of his grasp. "This isn't right. I can't be with you Cian.""And why isn't this right?""Because it just isn't!" she cried, feeling the first sign of tears coming on. She blinked them back, taking steps to put enough distance between herself and him. "I just left my entire life behind on a whim. I left my fiance standing at the altar. My parents are looking for me. The whole of Seattle is looking for me. I am a mess right now and I can't do this with you when I am not in the right state of mind!"Cian's jaw clenched and his fists tightened.But when he spoke, his voice was