Her cheeks were wet when she heard the horn sound. She swiped at them with the back of her hand and turned to gaze up at the handsome visage of Wild Edric himself. He was perched on the back of his horse, watching her. She did not see the rest of the hunting party, but knew they were not far. They had given the intended coupling some privacy. It made Tamara's stomach lurch.
"Why the tears, my pretty young maid?" he asked, his voice smooth and melodious in her ear. In an eye blink, he dismounted from his steed and was beside her, nuzzling her neck with his scruffy cheek. His lips were mere inches from her ear and she could feel each warm breath on her throat.
She steeled herself against him: his voice, his smell. She knew it was all carefully cultivated to seduce her. There was magick here. She was determined that unlike so many others, she would not give in. She stiffened in his arms, willing him to leave her be.
He laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. She was not under his sway and now he had realized it. Edric would have to use force to get what he wanted from her. He was a ghost, of a sort, that much was certain, but
