Midnight's Temptation

right. While a drough’s magic was like something was trying to smother him.

Phelan stepped into the shower and closed his eyes as he took in Aisley’s magic. Hot water pounded his shoulders, but everything he was centered on Aisley’s magic. The feel of it wasn’t just powerful and amazing. It was seductive, erotic, and altogether astonishing.

He wasn’t sure where she was, but she was close. Close enough that he could feel her magic. It’s how he was tracking her.

Somehow she knew when he got close, because she would run again.

But she couldn’t run forever. 

CHAPTER TWO

Aisley Wallace sat on the roof of the building with her eyes closed. The thump of the music vibrated through the building’s bricks and into her body, giving her the illusion that she was on the dance floor in the midst of a crowd of dancing bodies.

She didn’t dare go into the nightclub since Phelan knew how much she loved the music and always showed up wherever she was. Though she couldn’t go in the club, she could listen to the music.

Music always calmed her. It was a part of her soul. It moved her, touched her as nothing else could.

She opened her eyes and looked out over the city. It wasn’t just Phelan she was running from, but Jason Wallace as well. She knew her cousin wasn’t dead.

Jason was ruthless and brutal. He always thought of everything, which put him two steps ahead of everyone. There was no way he hadn’t planned on dying and finding a way back to the living.

But Aisley wasn’t sure if Jason was really dead. She hoped he was, she prayed he was, but she never had much luck in those sorts of things.

The sound of a motorbike had her sitting up straight. Was it Phelan? She jumped up and rushed to the edge of the building to peer over the side.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she searched. As soon as she found the motorbike she knew it wasn’t Phelan’s. The thread of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by her, but she refused to acknowledge it.

She knew exactly who Phelan was. He and the other Warriors had hunted her and the other droughs with Jason. Which meant he should know who she was.

Yet he had kissed her. What a kiss it had been, too. Even two months later her lips still tingled when she thought about the masterful way he had seduced with one kiss.

What she didn’t understand is why Phelan kissed her. He’d acted as though he liked it as well. How could that be when he had to have felt her drough magic? She was the enemy.

Was he teasing her before he killed her? Aisley turned around and sat on the edge of the building with a loud exhale.

For just a moment during their kiss, she had forgotten the person she was. For the briefest second in time, she had been just a woman kissing a gorgeous man in a darkened hallway of a nightclub.

Reality had come crashing down on her all too soon. She had been given a reprieve from Jason during the battle with the Warriors, a battle in which she had left Jason to his own defenses. If he was alive, he would never forgive her. Jason’s retribution would be swift and horrible.

But neither was she about to find herself killed because she liked Phelan’s kisses.

Two different men, two different reasons, but both had her on the run.

All she could think about was saving her own hide when she should be delving into what she knew of Jason to make sure he was dead—and remained that way.

Aisley lifted her face as a gust of wind whipped through the buildings. Dark clouds, heavy with moisture had moved over the city a few hours earlier. They hid the moon from view, and it wouldn’t be long before the rain came.

The seasons were shifting, and with it the daylight hours were growing shorter. Soon, there would be just a few hours of daylight.

Everything changed. Perhaps it was time Aisley had a change as well. At dawn she would leave Scotland and travel to England.

London was big enough for her to get lost in for a while. After that, maybe Paris. And then … who knew?

Being away from the place where so much disaster had befallen her could be just what she needed to free her from the past.

Aisley stood and walked to the door she’d left ajar that would take her into the four-story building, down back stairs, and to the door whose lock she had picked to get inside.

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms when she was on the streets once again. Her head was down, but she kept her eyes open as she hurried to her car, which she parked six blocks away.

No one bothered her, thankfully. After she was in her car, she leaned her head back against the seat and let her eyes drift shut. There was time for a few hours of sleep before dawn.

She should drive now, but she was too exhausted. All she needed was a little rest. That didn’t involve dreams about Phelan kissing her, caressing her … making slow, sweet love to her.

Aisley could feel herself falling fast as sleep claimed her. She welcomed it, only to find herself jerked awake when the rain began to pelt her window with fat drops loud enough to wake the dead.

“Damn,” she murmured and blew out a frustrated breath.

Without sleep, she was cranky and her temper had a short fuse. Even when she found sleep, she woke with her body on fire, needy and aching for release from the desire that was drowning her thanks to that one damn kiss from Phelan.

She peered through the window as the rain poured in sheets too thick to see anything more than a few feet in front of her. Aisley reached for her iPod. With the earbuds secure in her ears, she selected a playlist, and then reached for the map.

Her route into England was set. She would take the M74 south out of Scotland. It was a pretty easy road, but there were others she could detour to if she needed it.

But just in case—and she learned how important a backup plan was thanks to Jason—Aisley had a second strategy. She touched her finger to the dot where Glasgow was marked on the map.

Her next option would be to take the A82 north until she reached Crianlarich where she would head west on A85 toward the coast. From there, she would get on a ferry to Ireland.

It wasn’t the best backup stratagem she had, but Jason would never expect her to go to Ireland. In order to get as far from Jason as she could, she would have to outwit him.

What if he really is dead? I could be doing this for nothing.

“But what if he’s not?” she answered her own question. “Besides, Jason won’t stay dead. He’s too evil for that.”

Jason had already begun to doubt her loyalty before the battle. As he had told her, she was expendable. If she was going to make a new life for herself, she was going to have to guarantee that Jason would never return to the land of the living.

Aisley looked at the map again. She should have already been out of Scotland, but it had taken her this long to get to all the places she’d stashed the money she’d stolen from Jason and scout to make sure the asshole wasn’t waiting for her.

Jason provided her with everything after he had welcomed her into his home. She might have been out of her mind with grief and self-loathing, but at least she had been smart enough to take what little savings she’d stolen and scatter it around Scotland.

She had called it her “Just in Case” scenario. But Aisley knew that even then she had realized going with Jason had been the wrong thing to do.

There hadn’t been much of a choice, however. Her days had been numbered, and then Jason found her and gave her a new home. Sleeping in a bed with clean linens and eating freshly cooked meals had been heavenly.