The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

presently lasher felt awareness steal across his spirit; he looked upon rowan with new eyes, not merely as a woman who had come to donnelaith, led by some hidden thing, but as a mayfair, with the comeliness of a witch and the promise of one surging dormant in her gentle countenance. 

they touched one another with a familiarity that would not have arisen so swiftly were she not a member of their far-reaching and powerful clan; he felt a kinship with rowan that was common only to their kith, specific only to the druid and those he lived to serve. "speak to me," he commanded softly, drawing away only to find her eyes and hold them with his own.