Eyes of the Seer (THE WARRIOR KINGS #2) by Ashley York EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Clan Meic Murchadha, Ireland
The low ceiling of the Meic Murchadha longhouse
was stained with the smoke of a hundred years’
worth of fires. Too many of the men gathered around the
open flame looked like they could easily have been present at
the very first one. Their leering eyes darting toward Astrid as
if she were a sweet to be tasted, challenging her desire to
appear aloof. She’d much prefer to stick her tongue out at
them. And cover herself. And rub her ankle. She’d fallen
earlier and the throbbing pain was near unbearable.
Instead, Astrid kept her shoulders back, ignoring their
roving eyes. Despite the ache in her foot, she was happy to
remain where the handsome Pádraig Meic Murchadha had
deposited her after the repast. So gallant of him to have
carried her in his arms after her injury! With a wink and
smile, he had assured her it was “the best view” of the
entertainment, which, naturally, included him. That his
attention had just as quickly been drawn to the others in the
overcrowded room full of warriors and lovely women was a
little disconcerting.
Especially so after the way his hand had
touched her own in an overlong caress before he’d turned
away. There were at least two other clans present for the
feast, and they were all packed in very tightly.
Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Astrid glanced at
Pádraig’s petite sister, Daimhin, standing in front of her
brother and beguiling all present with her lively story of
Brian Boru, the last árd rí, High King. It was not long before
her gaze darted to the storyteller’s handsome brother—
settled on the cushioned seat and leaning back against the
wall, a dark fur hanging from his broad shoulders. She’d
been hoping Pádraig would shift his interest from the mead
in his wooden mug to her, but instead he was listening
intently to his sister. Astrid sighed and smiled.
She didn’t
mind one bit that Daimhin had chosen to stand and act out
the story rather than sit. It made it easier for Astrid to watch
the object of her attention. She only wished to catch his eye
again.
The sudden burst of laughter made her jump, but she
quickly recovered, smiling along with those around her,
nodding in enthusiasm. She cared nothing for these boring
stories, but she did so like the look of Pádraig. The thick
bearded face and bright blue eyes mesmerized her, which
was the only reason she remained in the visiting hall. Her
mother had long since retired for the evening. The two of
them were visitors for only the one night, and Astrid was
determined to do anything she could—well, almost anything
—to finally win the handsome warrior’s interest.
“Are ye satisfied?” Astrid frowned at the low, quiet voice
interrupting her thoughts before she realized it was only
Marcán speaking to her.
It took a moment for her to understand his meaning.
Glancing down, she realized she’d barely touched the jeweled
goblet of wine he’d procured for her. “’Tis fine, Marcán.
Many thanks.
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