See Me (See Me #1)(55)

The regret in his tone was evident, but it wasn’t enough.

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “I can’t believe you would do that to me. I love you!”

Her words seemed to punch breath from his lungs. Rock’s sorrowful eyes were haunting as he stepped back, distancing himself.

“This is no place for the likes of ye, Cassie.” He still used her nickname, defiant. “And I’ll no’ be tied down to a lass. Ever.”

“Why are you doing this?” She sucked in a shuddering breath and her eyes filled with tears. I watched her face turn hard as her words turned spiteful. “Whatever. I just came over here to tell you I’m not pregnant. Not that you cared. Not that you were worried about me. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

She tried to leave but he grabbed her upper arm.

“I ne’er meant to hurt ye,” he said.

“Then why did you?” she whispered.

Beyond Rock’s shoulder I saw a shift in the crowd as people moved out of someone’s way. Someone big.

“Go,” I told Rock. “Our dad’s coming. You need to get out of here, now.”

Cassidy and Rock both looked to see I was telling the truth. My parents and Brogan were making a straight line for us.

Rock gave Cass one last heart-shattering look of apology before staggering three steps backward. The other Clour must have been keeping an eye out for Rock, because they all followed his lead back into the grass, pushing and shoving one another as they hurried away. They’d come with a purpose, and it had been achieved.

Cassidy cried silent tears now, one hand over her mouth. I looked for my parents. Dad’s eyes were on the field where Rock had disappeared. Mom’s eyes, of course, were on Cassidy, no doubt reading the heartbreak there. She began moving through the crowd toward us with Dad behind her. Mom wore the same fierce expression she had when she caught us watching Cinderella as kids—she hated anything that depicted Faeries in a positive light, fictional or not.

As they got closer, Dad scrutinized Cassidy’s tear-stained face. He stopped, hesitating only a moment before stalking toward the field, slow at first, then breaking into a sprint. The three of us girls watched him, astonished. I’d never seen him move so fast.

“Leon!” Mom shouted. The three of us ran after him, and others followed.

Dad caught up to the boys just before they got to the trees. He grabbed the back of Rock’s shirt and spun him around, pulling him so they were face-to-face. Dad’s biceps flexed with restrained fury. I had no idea his muscles were so big.

“Daddy, please!” Cassidy cried.

He gave the Clour a hard shake. “What did you do to my daughter?”

Rock’s mouth hung open, no noise escaping.

I chimed in, afraid for Rock. “They just broke up, Dad… they broke things off.”

Dad, keeping a tight hold on the boy, looked to Cassidy who nodded. Mom placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let him go, love.”

He snarled down at Rock, pulling his face a touch closer and whispered through clenched teeth. “You stay away from her. Do you hear me? Don’t come around here again until the summer is over and we’re half a world away.”

“Daddy!” Cassidy cried.

Rock swallowed and nodded, croaking, “Aye, sir. I’ll no’ bother her again.”

“Good.” Dad shoved him away.

Brogan stood next to him now, glowering at the Clourichaun who were rushing into the trees. A large group of villagers stood behind us, watching. McKale came to my side and took my hand.

We all looked at Cassidy. She let out a muffled choking sound and turned, pushing through the crowd, running back to the village.

Dad exhaled and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry about that, Brogan.”

“’Tis fine, sir. I cannot blame ye fer going after the bugger. We’ll see to it they don’t come back.”

“Thank you.”

Brogan looked hard at McKale. “I’m takin’ back the invitation I extended to ‘em for the binding ceremony. Understand?”

“Aye, Father.”

We walked back up to the field in silence, and McKale never let go of my hand. People dispersed into the clearing, whispering amongst themselves.

“I think I’ll call it an early night,” Dad said.

“I’ll be along,” Mom said. “I’m going to check on Cass first.”

He nodded. “Tell her… tell her I love her and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, but I think there’s more to this story. Stuff I don’t even want to know.”

I dropped my gaze to the ground as Dad walked away. My heart thudded when Mom turned to face McKale and me.

“Robyn, what have your sister and that boy been up to?”

McKale looked away. I swallowed and whispered, “I…” I dropped my eyes.

She pressed fingertips to her temples, appearing even more anguished than she’d been when she broke the news to me about McKale’s heritage. “Never mind. I don’t need to hear it.”

“Oh, Cassidy Renee,” she whispered into the air. Her eyes watered. “Why must you learn everything the hard way?”

I squeezed McKale’s hand and released it. “You can go. I’ll see you in the morning.”