with his connections to Faerie he was certainly no ordinary ghost, for he grabbed her by the arms and whirled her around to face him, and his grip was as solid as that of any man, and far stronger.
He is so very handsome. The thought came unbidden and Tamara shook it from her mind. Edric laughed, sensing her dismay. He touched her hair, staring down into her eyes, silently begging her to give in and enjoy the moment. As his lips moved down to find hers, Tamara found herself starting to give way.
There was a terrible scream from behind them, breaking Edric's spell. Tamara pushed him from her and started to back away. She knew that scream.
Apparently, so did Edric. His eyes widened in shock. He put a hand out, but quickly drew it back.
"You should go, milady." His voice was no longer malevolent. If anything, it held a note of fear.
"No, she should stay," came a voice from the shadows. Godda, the cruel-eyed Faerie Princess, stepped out of the trees to join them, her crimson sword gripped tightly in her hand.
In that moment, as she glanced first at one and then the other of her tormentors, the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place. Tamara wanted to laugh. Wild Edric and the Faerie Princess were not in league. They were estranged!
