Seeing Deirdre’s tenderness and worry about him, Kyran began to feel hot, and that heat seemed to have gone up and out through his throat.

“Deirdre.”

Deirdre seemed to be aware of something when she heard Kyran’s husky voice. She froze and felt the strength Kyran used to hug her gradually increasing as he pulled her tighter into his embrace.

Deirdre looked at him nervously. Her prey-like eyes, and her blushing face were more delicate than the blooming roses. Her stiffened body seemed to be a