her.” Anthony looked at his wife and once more wondered about the way her mind worked. There were many times he wondered if he hadn’t been drunk whether he would have married her. “We need to get her to have a miscarriage. It has to look like an accident.” Would Sinyn be so keen to marry the Australian then?
“I can do that.”
“Then you need to get pregnant.”
Sharon arched a well plucked eyebrow at him. “Old Katie said I never would be.”
Anthony snorted in derision. “Old Katie believes the wee people visit her.” His eyes went back once more to his cousin on the woman. Sinyn was always the lucky one.
* * * *
“You are in danger, Isadora,” pronounced Katie O’Toole.
Neither danger nor her full name was what Izzy expected to hear when she sat down beside the woman known as Old Katie. That she was old was undoubted. Her face was a mass of wrinkles and her hands were claw-like. Based on her skin, she could have been anywhere between eighty to one hundred and ten. But her eyes? Ageless, deep blue and sparkling with knowledge.
Izzy felt Sinyn’s hand close firmly around her as if to protect her. Izzy glanced at him. The concern she saw in his eyes made her jump. No one had cared for her in the longest time. That this man did after such a short time surprised her. As for your heart? I will have that in time .
“What kind of danger, Katie?” Sinyn’s attention focused on the older woman.
“Your kin and his barren wife,” Katie declared, her gaze never wavering from Izzy. “He knows he will never inherit Inis Daire. That Isadora is with child has made his anger worse.”
To Izzy, it was like walking into a living soap opera. “Please call me Izzy.” She had never liked the name Isadora. She suspected her mother had been indulging in illegal substances when she came up with it.
“Isadora, your child will rise to grow into a good, strong man who will carry on the good his father has already done.”
“A son?” Until this moment, other than acknowledging the medical fact she was pregnant, the realities hadn’t really hit home. How strange it is that I’m in a foreign country, with a real life prince, sitting in a quaint stone cottage discussing a future I could never have envisaged three months ago.
Sinyn smiled. “Katie knows everything.”
Whereas I have no idea what I know or think or am going to do. Sex with Sinyn? Fantastic. Could I build a life from lust and need? That is the question. Izzy knew she wasn’t the type of woman who would latch on to a man for convenience sake. “The thing is, Katie, I’m not staying. I have a life back in Australia.” But then, how can I go and not see Sinyn again? Am I being led by my heart or my libido?
Katie shook her head. “No you don’t. You have a job you hate, more bills than money, and a life that is not living. Isadora, you are just existing.”
That was her life in a nutshell. Izzy looked at Sinyn. “You had me investigated?”
“No need,” Sinyn responded. “I have Katie. She’s better than the CIA, Interpol, and the MI5.”
“Anthony seeks to hurt Isadora.”
“I will kill him before that happens.” Sinyn’s voice was cold, hard, and factual.
Izzy shivered at the tone. What the hell have I walked in to? Whatever it is, I appear to have been destined to be here. She surprised herself by squeezing Sinyn’s hand. She had never relied on anyone before. It was unnerving but nice.
“Aye, you will shed blood, prince, but you will not kill,” Katie told him.
Guilt rushed at Izzy. “This is why I should go home. I’m a disruption you don’t need to your home and family.”
Old Katie reached over and took her other hand. “My child, we need you more than you can imagine. You and your babe will bring a happiness into Prince Sinyn’s life he has never known.”
Izzy looked at Sinyn. “You’re not happy?” She had been so caught up in her own feelings Izzy hadn’t stopped long enough to consider
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