Gideon [The Marujan Brothers Series] Book Two Read Online Free PDF

me."
"She?" Hadaen narrowed his gaze, his jaws clenching. "Who?"
Gideon looked from Hadaen to Amelia, then back. "A woman from some
village near the Hub. Esyth must have communicated with her. Look,
I'm not stupid, alright? And I know it's been three fucking years."
He turned and stalked across the room to the bar, his fingers
trembling as he uncorked a bottle. "But if she is alive out
there...it's my duty to find her."
Hadaen started. " Gideon --"
"You of all persons should know what the feeling is like." Gideon's
stare passed between him and Amelia. "You have to trust me."
Hadaen shook his head, inhaling a deep breath as his brother's
thoughts--memories blooded his own mind as if they were his own. He
could feel Gideon's pain; the harsh reality of it was maddening.
And he could not stand in his way. He cast a sidelong glance at his
wife--his beautiful Amelia. The woman he would give his life for in
a heartbeat. If it were her... Hell , it had been her!
"I suggest you don't tarry," Hadaen muttered strongly, pretending
not to notice Amelia's sudden beam of glee. "You must find her. I
wish I could come with you but I can't just thrust my
responsibilities on Faolan again. Take him with you. And be
careful."
Gideon nodded and cracked a weak grin. For all it was worth, Hadaen
wanted his brother to grin like a buffoon again. He hardly seemed
like himself when he didn't. "Okay. Faolan and I will leave in the
morning—.”
Suddenly, Amelia stepped between them, her big green eyes sparkling
with puzzlement. "What about me? I should come too. It's my fault
for what's happened to Esyth."
Hadaen glared at her. "You are not going anywhere, woman. Never
again. You will not leave my side, understand?"
"You can't keep me locked up in this medieval palace, Hadaen. This
is the twenty-first century, for heaven's sake!"
Hadaen decided to ignore her and continued, turning to his brother,
"If you need help however, don't hesitate to contact me.
Now...where is the woman?"
Gideon glanced apologetically at a fuming Amelia and moved towards
the door. But not before hearing behind him: Smack! Flesh striking
flesh.
"Bite me, Hadaen."
" Tonight ."

* * * A manda sat
up straight in her seat, watching as they watched her, four pairs
of eyes bearing down on her like positioned arrows ready to be
released. Aristocrats, she thought. It was much more than an
assumption. Judging by how they dressed, she knew this lot were
important people...in this kingdom of theirs. Before her were two
new faces...a man and a woman who seemed to be quite taken with
each other. She looked the man over swiftly, taking care not to
stare, and quickly decided him handsome. A hard rugged type of
handsome unlike the other who had practically dragged her to the
room from the woods. What was his name again? Ah...Gideon. She knew
many females in her village who would swoon in his presence.
The female, however, did not have that arrogant frown like the
other men in the room. Her expression was warm, as if she was
silently and intentionally seeking friendship. Amanda figured she'd
keep an eye on her for there was something very strange and magical
about that one.
Even though she felt somehow crowded in by all these strange
people, her eyes however could not seem to stop averting towards
the far corner of the room where he stood. Faolan. She couldn't
forget his name even if she wanted to. Her father would scold her
endlessly if he ever caught her flushing over the man. After all,
she was promised to another since before her birth. In the next
year or so she would be married off to Ewan of the Luthers.
A cold shiver ran up her spine at the thought. She'd never liked
the man, for his lack of personality was certainly an aspect that
could not be compromised. She chanced a glance at Faolan once
again--there she was referring to a man by his first name, a man
she had no relationship to. But she couldn't quite help it. So when
she looked up, she was quite surprised to see him staring back