Again together

- Why didn't you bring me what was asked?

He, however, knew the answer.

The girl was under the protection of Philip Morgan.

Once again! An angry face lit up his hard features as he faced his loyal servants. One was missing and would probably be dead. The Duke's Vengeance sailed, the black sails in the sun did not need to be moved by the biting wind. He was the captain of that vessel, the ship fully obeyed his wishes. Thoughtful he admired the ocean. It was not unexpected.

The prophecy was quite clear. The chosen one was protected by the wolves. It was clear that the pack would interfere. Even the Sepulchers expected it. Jackwill punched the railing with immeasurable violence.

-Do I have to do everything myself? Didn't I explain to you the importance of bringing her alive? - he was exalted, facing each one there with a cold and malevolent look.

The diabolical laughter echoed over the deck. A pact had been sealed.

The Order wanted that girl; only he had other plans. He greedily assessed the man who had offered his soul in exchange for power. James de Macgrover would be his newest and most valuable ICHICHO. It was just a matter of handing over the girl and retrieving the Pieces of Four. He could feel them. That girl knew where they were.

A Princess.

A princess of her people with a glorious destiny to fulfil. The prophecy. The sorceress who was protected by the wolves. She was changing. He could feel it, too. Just wait. Your master would soon be very pleased.

-See you soon, my highness. Will you bring me the Pieces of four, or will you die like your mother.

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The first order he would give would be to light the deck.

Morgan thought about it while carrying Cassie unconscious back to the cabin full of remorse. She slipped into unconsciousness without staying awake. The pallor was even frightening when he laid her on the bed.

God, how were they changing reality? Burials had always existed. They spread fear

He also ignored the irony of the situation. At that moment, he was doing everything had wanted in the last few months. The unfortunate detail was that he stripped a wounded and unconscious woman over the sheets. A woman who had made him suffer in hell for two years, consumed by an infernal desire.

There should be limits to proving a man's honour.

He took the knife again to cut the rest of her shirt, avoiding further bleeding. And saw the white skin like milk swallowing, awkward and excited like an inexperienced boy, releasing veiled plagues. He stopped in awe as he saw the narrow band that hid her breasts. How could anyone breathe like that? It was clear that she needed to disguise her breasts because even loose clothes could not do that feat. He counted three damn turns curled from left to right. Finally free of pressure, the girl took a deep breath. And Morgan tried very hard not to notice the softness of the breasts that bounced pleasantly in his hands.

"AH, I don't believe it!"

He was there suffering in hell when her conscience returned for a moment. The green eyes looked at him followed by a silent protest. He stopped awkwardly as pulled the cover over her, evolving the shoulders awkwardly clearing his throat.

-You lost a lot of blood. And it wasn't just a scratch. - His voice was hoarse.

There were really no limits to testing a man's character. Or your morals. He had always thought of himself as a gentleman, but it was becoming difficult to disguise that she did not affect him.

-Not!

Morgan sighed, assessing the feverish look on her pale cheeks. He dropped the knife, raising his hands in the air.

- Come on, Cassie. You can't do this alone, girl, or you would have done it already.

It was incredible.

Usually, women fall at his feet. The only one he wanted to be was feebly trying to get away and was his wife.

What had happened to his infallible charisma?

- No need ...- she took a deep breath.

- Oh!-Come on, al chroi. There is nothing I haven't touched or ... - His voice was deep.

Cassie looked at him mortified.

-No ... I ... I can ... there! - She gasped again, squeezing the wound in a cold sweat. - You won't take my clothes off!

It was the unfortunate smell of blood and she couldn't explain why. had never experienced that before. The head was dizzy. also knew it wouldn't be long before I started crying. Why did it have to hurt so much?

He was insensitive and arrogant. just wanted to sleep and her breath came in a painful gasp. Why didn't he just leave her alone? She realized with pure horror that was crying. The hand that touched his face was warm and strong.

-Green Eyes, if you could have done it already. The wound was made with wolf grass. You will bleed to death if you don't clean it. -Morgan spoke slowly trying not to scare her.

Cassie stared at him trying to break the wave of magnetism in those eyes. almost managed to get up. The ground was missing and she was supported by muscular arms, biting her lips to contain a cry of pain. Deadly cold invaded.

Morgan cursed the way he had treated her. It was clear that the girl would be afraid. Only the blanket had fallen off. He was shirtless. Skin to skin, the sensation made him feel his body tingle. Control. There were several reasons for him to control the situation.

There was Willian.

Well, he would certainly skin you when he knew that his daughter, so well guarded, was already a woman, in fact, his wife. If he didn't already suspect. And Kassuim ... Cassie ... She was beautiful, so young ... The embodiment of all his desires. He intended to earn her trust. First of all, he wanted the woman quite receptive when he ...Her embarrassment was palpable.

Another problem.

He could easily put an end to that dilemma. He pulled again the blanket that insisted on sliding seductively over her shoulders. It was driving him crazy.

"Try to stay calm, man. It will scare the girl."

-You know, I don't remember you being that shy. You will have to leave certain modesty aside. - Provoked fun. His fingers slowly plunged into her hair in a soft caress.

Was he laughing at her? The nervousness only got worse.

Did he ... did he recognize her ?!"Do you know who I am?" Her astonishment was so great that her jaw dropped.

Ah, it wasn't a good sign, was it? What else had changed that time about their reality? Fighting Graves was a tiring task when they could simply change the past so that the future could be changed.

-Good in the cabin ... You don't ... - She was stuttering nervously. I do the dressing. was quite nervous.

Didn't he intend to take her clothes off?

It was suddenly disconcerting. What a great guardian of the Pieces of 4 she was!

Morgan returned the provocative smile, bringing her face closer. The tempting mouth was millimetres away. His eyes shone with desire. There was caution in her eyes when he touched her forehead.

-What a terrible thing, my lady. Taking advantage of a man without strength and wounded.

She looked at him flushed. Morgan's mouth close to hers touched his lips again. He wanted to kiss her, pouring out all the loneliness and anguish of seeing the woman in danger.

-You may have wonderful hands for dressings, but this cut is full of wolf grass. So I think that for today I give the orders, my lady. For a change let's do it my way.

Cassie felt her face burn even more. Was he flirting with her?

- I'm going to kill Corner!

Morgan rolled his eyes as he held his face in his hands.

- Sweetie, you won't get close to Corner. Really, Green Eyes, I want your word.

She was going to complain about his authoritarian way of speaking and giving orders. It was not a child. It hurt any movement she made to breathe.

Did he know?

His fingers lightly touched the wound and she shivered when saw the blood again dizzy. The feeling that she was going to faint was horrible and made her sweat cold. This was not normal.

- Something's wrong with me. - She spoke quietly. The smell of the blood was terribly strong and annoying. His stomach was upset. - That smell ...

-It's the wolf weed, I'm going to wash ... - He looked at her curiously with a disgusted and pale look at the blood. - God, you fight and you're used to swords. Do not pass out when you see blood.

She turned her face, holding her breath. It had never been a problem before. Well, before ... God! What had changed that time? He had managed to prevent the Black Order from reaping the second tax. The second of the cursed Pieces was safe. Vladimir had better be right! Or soon, sorcerers and wolves would just be slaves to Graves!

- I ... - she saw the booth around a turn. - That was never a problem before. Hell. What did he use? A cannon? could have hit anywhere else ... - the complaining complaint preceded further tears.

He watched in horror at the possibility, and that made him abandon all common sense. The unfortunate blanket continued to fall, more and more. He kissed her lightly on the lips, nibbled and sighed, restraining himself.

Does Wolf weed? Why would they use wolf grass on a witch? A sorceress who couldn't stand the smell of blood? She was not a wolf!

"You are changing. The stored magic will not stop the change."

- I don't like to think about it. - He declared. It was clear that something was wrong.

The girl even looked like a wolf just before she transformed and was a damn witch. It didn't make any sense. And it wasn't just that. Heavens, the woman definitely had no idea of ​​the seductive vision she offered her eyes. She...

"Control, Morgan, control!"

- What are you going to do? Cauterize? Gunpowder? Cassie's mouth tightened with a new spasm of pain.

Ah, what was he going to do?

He felt her breath hitching against her own skin. It was hell. It was clear that he had ideas. Impossible. And that was crazy. He let his fingers slide between the loose curls. He was also trying not to notice the marks visible on the inside of her wrists. What else had happened in those two years? Those scars weren't there before. The memories were fuzzy after the attack he had suffered despite all of Sara's care ... He had been found in the village without any explanation terribly hurt.

The thought of marking the white skin disgusted him, but the wolf weed would make the girl bleed to death. There was no other way. This was going to have to be cauterized.

- Cassie, this will have to ... - He hesitated. - Sweetness, that cut ...

She rolled her eyes weakly. was going to pass out and that was absurd. It just couldn't stand the sickening smell of blood. She let her head hang on the pillow, exhausted with the suffocating sensation.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her unconscious. He urgently needed to stop the bloody bleeding. He ripped the rest of her shirt off. He found much more than he expected. With perplexity, his fingers found a ring hanging from a thin chain around her neck.

The ring with his family's coat of arms. He was looking at that astonished. He had given the girl a gift just before they parted. If she had kept it, why had she simply run away?

Afraid of Willian's reaction? There was no reason for that. He could certainly have explained the situation to Will.

"What are you not telling me or are you hiding from me, girl?"

The wound was impregnated with wolf grass residues. He realized that with the sting in his fingers when washed the place and disinfected it with the strongest drink he still had and she hadn't destroyed it. It was deep and probably made by a sharp blade.

Perhaps the axe... He found it hard to believe that the stubborn girl had endured so long. He took what still had of laudanum kept in his cabin for emergencies like that and made the girl drink a lot. She was totally unconscious when he carefully cleaned the wound to make sure there was no more residue of the unfortunate herb. Her mouth tightened as she sterilized the wound, ignoring the low moans. The woman contracted under his hands.

Indifferent to the whining, he closed his ears determinedly to spill gunpowder over the wound and cauterize the area after setting the black powder on fire. She didn't even move, was totally exhausted from the loss of blood and the smell of burning meat made her mouth tighten. He bandaged the place as carefully as possible. The rest was to wait for her to react to the injury without the herb to delay the process, rest and food.

He watched his work with satisfaction when he noticed another detail. He took a stunning deep breath.

"Sir, I don't deserve it!