Alecia Monaco Romancing the Banshee (pdf)

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it ever occur to you that your Declan Mahoney isn t quite human himself?
Aisling s mouth formed a perfect round circle of surprise.
Don t you see that it was the fey blood he carries in his own veins that made
him immune to your keening? Maeve clutched Aisling s hand in a maternal grip. I
thought it was your attachment to the banshee life that kept you from going to him. If
I d known&
How could he possibly have fey blood? Aisling felt all the air go out of her
lungs. He feels as human as any other. My banshee senses would know if he was fairy
kind.
I ll admit it s just a trace of our blood running through him, but it s strong and
true. Maeve gave Aisling s hand a friendly squeeze. His great-grandmother, Maeve
Connor, was my Goddess-Daughter.
You mean she was&
Maeve cut her off. Named for me. One hundred percent flower fairy. Which
means your Declan has just enough fairy blood of his own for you two to be able to
have as many children as you desire.
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A rush of joy shot through Aisling with the force of a tidal wave. I have to go to
him. Oh, my Goddess. She leapt up from her mushroom stool, gazing around the
emerald green fields of the fairy realm. I ll miss this place, but&
You can come back anytime you wish. Maeve stood up and embraced the
banshee. This will always be your home. She pointed west, to the portal leading into
the human realm. Now go, bring some happiness to the man you love.
I m not sure how he ll take the news about being part fey. Aisling bit her
bottom lip.
I think he ll accept any amount of shocking news if it brings you back to him.
Yes, Mother. Aisling gave the queen a quick kiss and prepared to pass through
the portal.
Hold up there just a minute, missy.
Aisling looked up to see a giant white bird circling overhead.
I have business with you before you depart. The bird came to a smooth
landing on the toadstool she d used for a table, perching on top of her gazing ball.
I m in a major hurry to get back to the earth realm. What on earth did the giant
fowl want with her?
The bird peered at her over its beak. Been feeling a little queasy lately?
Well, yeah, she admitted, putting her hand over her stomach. But I ve been
going through a rough time.
Is that so? The bird let out a cackle. I think you ll want to hear what I have to
say before you go.
* * *
It had been a month. She wasn t coming back.
Declan wandered around his apartment, the same way he d done every night
since she d gone. She d left all of her new clothes behind, including the black nightgown
she d worn the first time they d made love. He kept it under the pillow that lay on what
he d come to think of as her side of the bed. It helped him to have hope, to hang on to
every shred of belief he could conjure.
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Belief was all he had.
It had been the longest month of his life. Everything that had seemed so
important before Aisling seemed trivial and pointless without her. She made his life
vital and worth living, and now that she was gone, he went through his days like the
corpse he should ve become when she sounded her death call.
But maybe it was time to give up hope. How could such a deep wound ever heal
when he rubbed the salt of his futile dreams into it on an hourly basis?
Sighing, he shed his clothes and tossed them on the floor. After tugging on his
pajama bottoms, he crawled into his unmade bed and shut off the lamp on the bedside
table.
He stared up at the ceiling, reliving every second of the night of the storm, when
he d picked Aisling up in his arms and carried her to his bed.
At least he had his memories.
Something scratched at his window. Ignoring it, he turned to his side, giving his
pillow a sharp right hook in the process.
The scratching grew louder, demanding his attention. Annoyed, Declan sat up in
bed and opened his bleary eyes. What the hell?
A familiar whirlwind of white mist formed and passed through the window,
materializing into the face he d longed to see more than anything in this world& or any
other world, for that matter.
* * *
Declan. Aisling rushed to the bed, reaching his side just as he stood up.
Oh, God. He pulled her into his arms, locking her in an embrace from which
she couldn t escape if she wanted to& which she didn t. Not ever. Don t tell me you ve
come to try to kill me again.
She shook her head, feeling tears form in her eyes. Never. It wouldn t work if I
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