Page 64 of Evil Eyed
“Is that all you wish for at this time?”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed out another sigh and nodded.
“Granted.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s not funny, Warwick. I already had my three wishes.”
“Don’t make me call you a bleedin’ idjit.”
That voice. I pushed up off the cushions, my heart in my throat. Turning, I saw the four Irish treasures striding toward us.
Ivarr in his long black coat, his golden eyes blazing with light. Keane’s lush mouth curved in a wicked, knowing smile that promised nothing but pleasure for hours. Aidan in his leather jacket, swords crossed over his shoulders, his face lined with a perpetual scowl, though this time, he grinned widely enough that I was pretty fucking sure I saw a dimple in his cheek. And Doran, mighty Stoneheart. Wide shouldered and tall, busted nose and heavy features hinting at his gargoyle. My noble warrior.
He swept me up into his arms and gave me a toss in the air that made me squawk. “You be fucking treasure, Riann. Treasure we died for.”
“Treasure welivedfor,” Ivarr added.
They crowded around Doran, all of them. Holding me. Kissing me. Though thankfully Keane settled for kissing my neck so we didn’t all fall down in orgasmic bliss immediately.
“I still don’t understand how I have more than three wishes, but I don’t care.” I clutched Doran’s neck with one arm and Warwick’s with the other. “I’m just so happy to see you all. I thought you were gone forever.”
Aidan seized my chin and twisted my head around to glare into my eyes. “What the fuck did I tell you from day one? Leprechauns love their fucking gold so much they’ll give three wishes to any fool who manages to find even one coin. So how many fucking wishes do you think he’ll give up foryou?”
“Every last coin I possess,” Warwick admitted, grinning sheepishly. “Did I neglect to mention that I’m from a long line of very wealthy—”
“Greedy,” Aidan coughed.
“Leprechauns.” Warwick continued. “I have a lot of gold. But none of that compares to you. Look around your new home, love, and tell me if I’ve met your wish.”
The white marble floors with green and gold veins had been replaced by dark gray slate inlaid with strips of gold and chunks of emeralds. We stood in a square tower that looked out over a rocky cliff, just like Doran had remembered. But instead of waves crashing against the rocks, brilliant blue waters rolled in to dance along a shining white beach. Flowers tumbled over the castle walls, filling the air with perfume, though I smelled something that made my stomach rumble.
Keane waggled his eyebrows at me. “Wait until you taste chocolate croissants made by the Cauldron of Dagda.”
My mouth watered so much I almost choked on my own spit. “I just have one thing to say to you. To all of you.”
“Aye?” Doran asked. “What is it, love?”
“Get lucked.”
Aidan barked out a laugh. “I thought you’d never ask.”