"Curiosity is a double-edged sword, both beautiful, and deadly. There's no telling which side you'll get."
A night of innocent exploration turns lethal as Sorcha's sister is captured by human sailors. In her search, Sorcha rescues one of the humans...
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Gendry's skin was raw and marred, burning even after Sorcha let the vines fall to the ground beneath him. Soft palms cupped his cheeks the moment she reached him. Gendry stood slumped against his binds, exhaustion plaguing him to the very core. Her song had been as haunting and irresistible as Sorcha promised.
Gendry fought against his restraints with a ferocity he'd never experienced from anyone, let alone himself. He hadn't even felt the pain until her song finished, and his mind was once again his own. It washed over him like a tidal wave of throbbing agony. Sorcha caught him as he crumpled to the sand in a heap. His chest heaved as he leaned into her body. Head lolling over her elbow, he gazed up at her. Dark curls soaked the undershirt she threw on in haste, and now seawater dripped onto his wounds.
"Did it work?" It was more of a sigh than a sentence. Sorcha nodded, a smile brightening her eyes. She studied him with concern, fingers trailing over angry red bands and bloody scrapes covering his arms. Gendry hissed, his eyes widening with pain. Sorcha's face soured, guilt clouding any triumph she had.
"They sent a little boat. Should make land within the hour." She glanced nervously over her shoulder towards the rowboats that grew closer with every passing moment. Sorcha knew full well that Gendry's kindness was a miracle in the world of men, and the likeliness of these men being as wonderful and respectful as him was slim.
"We need to cover you up." His fingers lifted to fumble with the ties of his shirt. "When they arrive, stay behind me. Let me do the talking, and if any of them try to hurt you, you swim as far away from them and me as you can. Understand?" His cerulean eyes locked on hers fervently, shooting a spike of panic into her heart. Fear overpowered Gendry's pain and fatigue, and he pushed himself with help to sit facing her in the sand.
