Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

When he entered the house, all was quiet, so he went to the drawing room. His parents were sitting there, both holding hands. Oh dear, it’s going to be bad, he thought.

“Before you say anything I have to tell you something,” his mother said.

He listened in astonishment, and growing anger, as he heard of the PI she had hired, and what sort of photos and documents the man had delivered to her. He was furious.

Had he no private life? How could she?
he thought.

She went on.

“I don’t expect you to believe me, but I did it all for you. I thought Catriona would make you unhappy. I thought she had lured you into that life, and you were doing it to please her. I don’t understand why you both like that sort of thing, and I don’t want to know why. I am so sorry, my son.”

Adrian was stunned. He hadn’t expected this outcome and didn’t know what to say.

“She’s left me! Did you have anything to do with that?”

He heard his father’s sharp intake of breath. So he hadn’t known about it. He looked at his mother’s face and saw the answer there.

“What have you done, Mother? I love her. I can’t live without her.”

“I’m sorry, my son. I did it for the best. I know now I was wrong. She
will
come back to you, you’ll see.”

Adrian listened to what she said. He knew what it must have cost her to admit she was wrong. She was going to accept Catriona. His heart felt fit to burst. He didn’t know what to say, but he did know what to do, and he opened his arms, and she walked into them. It was going to be all right. He didn’t expect there to be no problems, but if his mother could perform such a volte-face, there was more than hope. He looked over her shoulder at his father, who was similng. His mother withdrew from his embrace, and said, “There’s someone here who needs to speak with you.”

He made a gesture of denial. He didn’t want to speak to anyone, and at the moment, was unable to speak at all. He wanted Catriona and until he got her back he didn’t want to see or speak to any one at all. His parents went out, and his Catriona came in. He was astounded. She was here. He was overjoyed. He couldn’t understand what had happened, but he didn’t care. She was back. She was his. He was never letting her go again.

“I thought I’d lost you. You said you were going away. I can’t live without you.”

“Your mother called me and told me what she’d done. She said she was wrong. She asked me to come here today. I was wrong to leave. I thought that it would be for the best, that you would be better off without me. I know that was wrong. Whatever is in the future we shall face it together. I will never leave you, my love, my Angel.”

“Will you wear this for me?” she asked.

Angel knelt and bowed his head to her. She clasped a collar around his neck. He couldn’t believe what was happening. If she was here, then they knew and approved, he thought. It was going to be all right. She loved him and wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was overjoyed.

“I love you, my Angel. I want you to wear this collar forever,” he heard her say.

She took his hand, and he got up. He went over to the mirror to look at the collar. It was made of flat gold links, joined with little bars, so it would lie flat even under his work shirts. The disc hanging at the front had no name on it, just the date, engraved on the back of a cat. The cat had an arched back, erect tail, and two small emeralds for eyes. He turned to Catriona, with tears in his eyes, so she went over and touched his cheek very tenderly.

“What is it, my Angel?”

“I love you so much it hurts, Mistress.”

Then he took her in his arms and proceeded to kiss her witless.

THE END

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I was born in South Yorkshire in England and moved to southwest Scotland more than twenty years ago. I retired from teaching a few years ago and spent my time reading, sewing, cooking, and gardening. I decided that there ought to be more to retirement than that.

Reading has always played a large part in my life, and the house is full of books. My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and
Initiation,
book one in the Prometheus in Chains
series, was the result.

I found that writing suddenly took over my life. Now, with a head full of Doms and subs, I love to spend a few hours a day writing or researching. Retirement has certainly delivered a lot more. I go nowhere without a pencil and notebook at the ready.

I believe the world has enough sadness in it, and my characters will always get their HEA, even if the road is rocky.

I would like to thank Arden Leigh for her help with the mind-set of a female rope Top, Master “K
”
for his help with Kinbaku, and both of them for their generosity and patience. The expertise is theirs, any errors are all mine.

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