Enchanted Moon (Moon Magick Book II)

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Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard a
warning—dinna tempt this one. There was no place or call for it. He wasna
of a mind to marry, and she wasna the kind to expect less. Still, her blush
gave her creamy complexion a lovely glow, and the glint in her eyes dared him.
“To feast your eyes and let your hands roam,” he replied, his voice thick.

Her lips seemed to beg to be kissed, parting as they
did over his words. Desire stirred in his groin, unexpected and not wholly
welcome.

“You want me?” Ailyn said, tilting her head.

Of all the reactions his flirtations wrought over the
years, and he’d received plenty, even the rare outrage, Quinlan could not
recall ever confounding a lass over it. He wasna sure how to respond. So he
ignored the question instead. “If you’re ready to rest, I’ll keep watch now.”

She looked from his face to where he still held her
wrist. Quinlan let go, his heart beating unaccountably faster. Ailyn looked
back to his face, her gaze settling on his mouth. “Do you kiss?” she asked.

His body hardened. Did he kiss? He resisted snorting
in response. The artistry he’d been told he plied upon a woman’s sweet mouth
brought women to their knees, offed their clothes, and begged him to their
beds.

What was her game? She seemed genuinely to be asking.
Not so much interested in receiving one as merely curious. He wished he’d not
released her wrist. “Only if you return it, lass.”

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Acclaim
for Enchanted Moon…

 

“Clever, captivating and
creative...
Enchanted Moon
is a multi-layered tale of truth, lore, and a
touch of magick that lulls you into believing you know what is coming
next...until you learn you had no idea at all.  A wonderfully spun
tale!” 

-
Aedan
Byrnes, author of The
Vengelys
Series.

 

"Enchanted Moon is a well woven, exciting, and
magical adventure that pulls the reader in from the first page."

-Jessica Stewart, HOT Club Member

 
 
 
 

For Mike,

who was there all along.

 
 
 
 

Acknowledgments

 

When
life’s events brought me to my knees this year I nearly gave up my dreams.
Readers like you pulled me through and helped me stand tall again. For every
review, every Facebook comment,
Pinterest
pin and
email, I deeply thank you.

 

A
blessing comes in facing much loss. That is in finding truth. I am blessed by
the events of my life giving me knowledge of who my true family is. Who my true
friends are. Who I truly am.

 

Tammy,
Wanndy
,
Clarisserin
,
Debeena
, Kelli,
Cindalena
,
Sydne
, Susan, Brenda I am eternally grateful for the rock
hard strength, sage words and soft shoulders you gave me this year.

 
 
 

Also
by Amber Scott

 

Irish
Moon

Fierce
Dawn

Soul
Search

Wanted

A
Love Soul Deep

Play
Fling

The
Sweetest Fling

 

Coming
Soon:

 

Stealing
Dusk

Ashes
Falling

Fae
Moon Rising

 
 
 
 

Enchanted

Moon

 
 
 

By Amber Scott

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Copyright
ã
2013 Amber
Scott

Tholden
Press

Cover Art by
Digitalbaus
 

 

Edited by Carrie
Smoot

 

Enchanted Moon
is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

 

All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any
means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief
quotations used in critical articles or reviews.

 

ISBN-13:
978-1484872390

 

ISBN-10:
1484872398

 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter One

 
 
 

The
pounding rhythm of all five steeds matched Ailyn D’Eru’s own heart, beating one
inescapable truth—the queen was dead. Aye.
The queen was dead
. How could she be? Faster than the guard could
gallop, surely the news would spread, whispers and gasps lowering a pall over
the banquet’s revelries. Ailyn couldna think of that. Neither could she fret
over all four Fae tribes stirring with the same panic driving her fellow guard.

The
north wind tasted of change—acrid and biting.

Beneath
her sure stride, Gallos’ withers strained. His head pulled at the reins, asking
for more. She gave it, aiming to gain ground. The night’s unforgiving cloak
descended upon them, the moon a mere sliver to light their way.

They
would soon be missed. When they were, it would take no scholar to surmise that
a worse reality than death befell the kingdom. Heir to Queen Tullah’s throne,
Princess Maera, had fled her mother’s bedside and the castle.

None
could find her.

“Facius,
search north,” Colm, captain of the guard, called. His voice barely carried
above the roar of hooves and hiss of breaths. They could not risk slowing,
though. Not yet. Facius took Colm’s arm. They exchanged sober looks before
Facius split off, following orders.

“Colm!”
Ailyn shouted, urging her gelding up closer to her brother’s stallion,
adjusting the bow slung over her right shoulder.

Her
brother as commander gave her no more than a glance. “Saden, Brynn, head to
Sterling Peak.”

Ailyn
brought her steed up to where Facius’ had been.

Together?
Certainly each of them should search individually. Aye? As always, she filtered
his directives first as a sister, then forced herself instead to see his
command as a subordinate. Aye, there was the abandoned summer cottage. Maera
was never one to rebel. Even as a child, she wore her nobility with quiet
certitude. She’d not run far. The familiar would be safe. Unless she’d not
fled, but been taken—the unspoken fear among them.

 
“Where will you have me?” Ailyn asked,
eager to prove her worth.

Another
curt glance came her way. A strange wildness haunting his eyes warned her more
was amiss than she had fathomed. Her memory flashed with passing looks and
hushed conversations over the last months. Ailyn forced them back, hating the
questions they begat. Questions that were none of her concern. Her brother was
a grown man now. She’d taken an oath to protect the queen, and with Tullah’s
demise—such a far-flung truth that simply had not yet took
hold—Maera’s safety fell to them next.

Worry
snuck through her mind anyhow. The look on her younger brother’s face went
beyond the concern of the head of the guard, grave as the princess’ fleeing
was. No, the shadows within his gaze spoke of more. She felt all of thirteen
years again, wanting to put her arm about his shoulder and ease his visible
pain.

His
lips thinned as he regarded her. “You’ll stay with me, Ailyn. We’ll circle
south.” To the remaining two, he shouted, “We’ll meet at the south entrance of
the keep within an hour. If you dinna return, we’ll be following you, so be
sure if we do, you’ve good reason!”

The
two men nodded sharply, each hauling on their reins, Saden clucking in that way
of his that Ailyn could never quite duplicate. He’d sent the men together.
Apart would have covered more terrain. She’d learned early on, though, never to
question her brother’s authority. Leastwise not in front of the others.

She
shut her mouth despite the doubts whispering in the back of her mind. Colm was
not the sort to indulge in panic. His cool head made him revered among the guard
he led. He would never overstep duty or consort—no. She’d not grant the
idea a single breath of life.

What
sort of web had Colm tangled himself into?

Ailyn
did not want to know.

The queen was dead.
Tullah. Not just her queen, but her
stand-in mother when hers was taken too soon. Tullah had taken Colm and Ailyn
in as young children, giving them a home and purpose. “Easterly to the glade,
or do you think she’d try by road—”

“Listen
to me, Ailyn.” There it was again, in his voice this time. More than sobriety,
more than duty. “We’ll be splitting up, too.”

“Are
you certain?” ’Twould be the first time since she joined the guard’s ranks that
her brother trusted her on her own. He was willing to separate from her, but
not to separate Facius and Saden? “Where, then?”

“You’ll
return to the keep.”

“The
keep? Have you lost your wits, Colm? I’m green, aye, but surely I’m one more
set of eyes and ears. I’ll stay and help.”

He
shook his head. “No, Ailyn. I’m asking as your brother. I need your word.” He
brought his stallion alongside her and held out his arm. “You’re my only family
left. I’ll not let him take you, too.”

“Him?
Let who take me? Colm, you’re scaring me. Tell me what really happened. Who
took Maera?”

“If
I knew, do you think I’d not be at her side this very moment, my blade buried
in the bastard’s heart?”

Ailyn’s
gaze searched his, unwilling to grasp his arm. “What’ve you gotten yourself
into?”

He
stretched his arm out again. Ailyn took it this time, gripping his elbow as he
did hers, but shook her head all the same. “How can you ask me to return?

“Find
Kristoph. Dinna leave his side. D’you hear me, Ailyn? Swear it.”

“I’ll
only be swearing it if you’ll tell me the truth here and now.”

“If
I knew, don’t you think I’d be telling you? Now, stop wasting precious time
with questions and for once in your life, obey me, Ailyn.”

If
not for the panic in his eyes and tone, she’d be telling him where to put his
“obey” and exactly how to shove it there. Not since their parents’ death ten
years past come spring had she sensed such urgency in him. She bit down,
forcing back her acerbic rebuttal.

When
he turned his horse and galloped away, it took all she had not to call out
after him and follow. A sharp lump lodged in her throat.
For once, obey
. She nudged her steed into a gallop, cursing through
gritted teeth, her thoughts racing with the wind. Find Kristoph, the queen’s
aide. Stay at his side. An odd little niggle in her belly sent her retracing
the chaos of the evening.

Colm
had taken her by the elbow at the banquet to practically drag her through the
kitchens and outside. Four others of the queen’s guard were waiting there in
the vegetable gardens, the news of Tullah’s death kicking each of them in the
gut. Riding out to find Maera. Splitting up. She should not be returning to the
keep. She should be helping.

Certainly,
her brother’s concerns were warranted. True enough, they had only each other
and no other family to speak of, save Tullah and Maera. Telling herself she’d
still be obeying—goddess, but she detested that word—Ailyn leaned
her right knee in. Her horse nickered approval. Gallos enjoyed a good hunt as
much as his rider, and Ailyn aimed to give him one short go at it.

The
glade was not so far away from the banquet. Amid the chaos of all four Fae
tribe representatives reeling over terrible news, Ailyn would not be missed.
And Colm would never know she’d disobeyed.

She’d
not be calling it disobedience. More like modification of orders. The creed of
the guard allowed for independent thought after all, if not explicitly then
certainly implicitly.

Besides,
the harder she rode, the closer Gallos and she got to the sacred pool nested
inside a dense forest floor, the higher her anticipation climbed. Maera had
fled the keep. All assumed she had done so in reaction to news of her mother,
but Ailyn had known Maera since they were young enough to braid flowers into
each other’s hair.

Maera
was not one to flee.

When
her father, the king, passed four years ago, Maera remained steadfast through
every court debate, every tearful rite from the first candle’s flame to the
last ash tossed into the south sea winds. Head held high.

As
the first gnarly trunks came into view, Gallos’ pace faltered. His nicker
became throatier.

“What
is it?” Ailyn asked, stroking his neck, peering into the dark shadows. Despite
her urging, Gallos slowed to a walk, his hooves plodding with reluctance. A
prickle of awareness touched Ailyn’s skin.

The
faint violet shimmer caught her eye, startling her. No more than a tendril, it
was. A wisp of glow, but enough for Ailyn to recognize it. Magick. The rare
force of nature weaving through the wood. It had to mean something.

“The
veil,” she gasped, pulling Gallos to a stop and dismounting. Of all nights, why
would it reveal itself this night? Not that she frequented the wood at
twilight, logic argued. Still, it appeared too coincidental to overlook a
possible link to Maera’s disappearance. Letting her mind connect the events
somehow, though, brought no ready answer. Other than an added element of risk,
the veil appearing couldn’t be related to Tullah’s death or Maera going
missing.

Unless…

No.
Maera wouldna come here. The awareness tickling her skin sank through to her
stomach, where it swelled and grew heavy. But if she were taken, would her
captor come here?

Her
heart refused to consider that Maera would abandon her people at all, and never
by crossing the rare thinning between the Fae and human worlds. But her
training made her evaluate all odds without emotion. The more she did so, the
more she saw that aye, Maera could very well be here of her own accord—or
not.

If
Ailyn were a princess whose mother had just died, alone and facing turmoil
between four tribes, an uncertain future, and a looming forced marriage, would
crossing through to the human realm appeal to her?

By
Morrigan, aye.

“Bitseach!”
Ailyn swore. Not for the first time had she thought of Maera in such unfriendly
terms, either. Devoted to the crown and her duty as Ailyn might be, she also
knew the cold friend Maera had become—a far cry from the warm girl she’d
once called heart sister.

The
wind whipped at Ailyn’s long braid, tugging strands free to tickle her face.
The shimmer snuck deeper into the wood, night beckoning her forth. Gallos was
having none of it, though. He dug his hooves in when she tried to lead him
toward the light.

“She’s
in there, boy. I can feel it,” she said, adjusting her bow and quiver.

In
answer, Gallos reared up and shook the reins free of her hand. Before she could
react and catch them, a sizzling crack resounded in the sky. The veil was
thinning, revealing a portal between two worlds.

Gallos
let out a terrified whinny, bucking and tearing down the low slope. Ailyn
opened her mouth to call after him, then stopped. No use. He was gone. The
light caught her attention again, alluring. Beguiling.

Ailyn
knew better than to be seduced forward. Nay, she’d follow of her own free will
and from a good distance. The need for caution warred with the beckoning as
well as with the deep intuition that she would find the future Fae queen if she
followed.

The
future of an entire land of folk rested on the decisions of one young woman,
and look where she’d be leading them. Ailyn might have spit, but somewhere
between the banquet and here, her mouth had gone dry. No other soul knew where
she was. Colm might eventually guess, given enough time. She should follow
orders. She should return to the keep.

On
foot.

Precious
hours would be wasted. The veil would close. Maera, if she had in fact come
here, would be gone, possibly forever. Lost to the barbaric humans. Carved up
to capture her magick. Slain for naught. Her glorious wings to be hung above a
fire.

Could
Maera be so selfish? So daft?

Ailyn
didna want to believe it, but try as she might, she could not ignore a deep
inner voice that spoke up loudly. They’d been girls together. Had braided
flowers and bruised knees, and yet, after all of these strained years…how well
could she truly know her princess?

Ailyn
took a steadying breath. The truth was, she did not know Maera. She could not
say what any man or woman would be capable of, given the same circumstances.
Were it her, she might flee, too, escaping a world of pain, responsibility, and
an uncertain future forever.

The
shimmer hung in the air. A low, whispering breeze soothed her senses. Magick.
Not the fledgling antics and tricks that peppered a few Fae bloodlines,
including her own. No, this spoke of the ancient Source housed within Tara.
Enchantments from ’ere the world had been cleaved in two—Fae and
mortal—that source had given freely.

Ailyn
could stop her.

She
could drag Maera back to the castle. Ailyn would protect her people and fulfill
her sworn duty. She would discover what Colm had become embroiled in, if
anything at all.

The
shimmer spread, its tendril lengthening, lighting a slender path into the thicket
of trees. The skin on her palm prickled. Colm would either kill her or
 
disown her. Certainly revoke her
appointment in his ranks.

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