Bound by Song (Cauld Ane Series, #4)

by Piper Davenport

  “Not unless I’m flying somewhere with you.”

  “So, what I’m hearing is that you consider me your prisoner.”

  Max scowled. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic.”

  Grace stared at him, dumbfounded, for several seconds before bursting into tears.

  Max shook his head and pulled her into his arms. “Baby, I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Och, love, I can’t stand to see you sad.”

  “I’m not sad! I’m mad at you,” she snapped. “I always cry when I’m really, really pissed off.”

  He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “Whatever the reason, I’d rather you not cry.”

  “Well, you’re not the boss of me.”

  He lifted her chin and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, baby. Let’s not fight, okay? I love you.” He kissed her cheeks, then her lips, continuing to kiss her until she could barely breathe. She fisted her hands in his shirt and broke the kiss, dropping her head to his chest. “Stop. We need to stop.”

  “Sorry, love.” He lifted her chin again. “If you’d just let me bind you, we wouldn’t have to stop.”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  “Ever?”

  “That depends on you,” she said. “Until you can be one-hundred percent transparent with me, Max, we’re not going any further than this.”

  “Goddammit, Grace! You’re supposed to forgive me.”

  “And I do, but that doesn’t mean you get a free ride to stomp all over me.”

  “Do you really feel as though I’m stomping all over you?” he asked.

  “Sometimes,” she said. “Look, I don’t want to fight. I’m too tired. Let’s just get through the day and we’ll sort everything else out later.”

  * * *

  Grace stood with Max and Niall in the church pew behind the family. Bagpipes sounded and everyone rose to their feet as Kade walked Samantha down the aisle. She looked beautiful in her white coronation gown and velvet robes.

  Max, I don’t understand. I thought there would be a lot more people.

  Typically, there would be, love, but Samantha wanted this to be small. Kade invited only the necessary clans and the Council.

  After the parson prayed, the guests resumed their seats, and Max linked his fingers with Grace’s. I love you, baby. You know that, right?

  She nodded.

  Max shook his head as he squeezed her hand. Grace watched in fascination as Samantha was crowned. Sam smiled at the questions the parson asked, some too quiet for the crowd to hear. When the parson stepped away, Kade nodded to the congregation and Max rose to his feet, as did a dozen other men. Max wore a kilt in what he called his “old color” tartan—blues, reds, yellows and greens. He looked so handsome in his formalwear.

  The men sidled into the middle aisle and each one made their way to the front. One by one they knelt before Samantha, giving her their fealty as was the Scottish custom. Grace saw her grasp Kade’s hand briefly, and Kade smiled down at her, even though Sam’s eyes never wavered from the men. Grace wondered what it would be like to have a man give every part of himself to you.

  Grace.

  She jumped slightly at his growl, but when he didn’t turn from his place in line, she forced her “curtain” up and watched as he knelt before Samantha, hand fisted and arm across his chest, and then rose and made his way back to Grace.

  His face appeared perfectly pleasant, but his eyes told another story. She let him take her hand again, but kept her wall up for self-preservation. Before she knew it, the ceremony was over, and it was time to dress for the ball.

  As they filed out of the church and followed the crowd through the bailey and into the castle, Grace brooded. Unlike her, but she found she was doing a lot of things that were unlike her since meeting Max.

  “Come with me,” Max ordered, pulling her from the foyer into the solar they’d been in two days before. He kicked the door closed and crossed his arms. “Tell me.”

  “Tell you what?”

  “What has you so wound up,” he said.

  Grace sighed. “I’m sorry, Max. I don’t want to hamper your special day.”

  “’Tis no’ my special day. ’Tis Sam’s.”

  “Yours as well, though, right? You just pledged your loyalty to her. I think that’s really significant.”

  “’Spose so. But I didn’t need a ceremony to prove I’m loyal to her.”

  Grace smiled. “No, but it was lovely anyway.”

  Max nodded. “When will you let me bind you?”

  “I told you already.”

  He scowled, then slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her gently against him. Grace’s eyes widened at the unexpected assault. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he deepened the kiss and she wanted more, even knowing she shouldn’t. Max backed her against the wall, using it for leverage, running his lips down her neck. When his hand found its way to her breast, she forced herself to break the kiss and push him away. “Max.”

  “What?” He grinned and kissed her again.

  Grace broke the kiss again. “Stop.”

  Max swore, his cocky grin replaced with a scowl, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Grace stood in the solar for several minutes in an effort to catch her breath and calm her roaring emotions. The door opened again, but it was Niall who entered the room this time.

  “Are you okay, lass?” he asked.

  Grace nodded.

  He frowned. “Are you sure?”

  She shook her head and burst into tears. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. “What’s happened, lass? What’s he done?”

  “Nothing, Nye. He’s just overwhelming.”

  “Say the word, Grace, and I’ll beat the shite out of him. I’ll no’ stand by and let him hurt you.”

  She grasped his arm. “I’m not afraid of him. Please don’t think anything bad. He would never hurt me...well, intentionally, anyway. I just need to get home where I’m on my own turf. I need my family.”

  “I know, lass. He adores you.” Niall smiled. “You know, I’m seeing some of my old brother come back, Grace. You’re chipping away at the wall he’s had in place for years and I thank you for that, but he’ll no’ go easy.”

  Grace rolled her eyes. “Oh, I know. I just wonder if I should go home. I can’t battle him and his demons at the same time. At least, not here.”

  “I’m going to be proud to call you sister.”

  “Well, don’t buy the door plaque just yet.”

  “Oh, I did a month ago.” Niall grinned. “If you decide you want to go home, I’ll help you deal with my brother.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Niall hugged her again. “Go get ready for the ball. Save me a dance, okay?”

  “Okay,” Grace promised, and headed to her room.

  She arrived to find a garment bag on her bed. Zipping it open, she found a stunning red gown inside and had to force back tears. Max had obviously taken great care in choosing it for her.

  Of course I did. I love you. Whether you choose to believe that or not.

  Max, I know you love me. That’s never been in question.

  “Then what has?” he asked.

  She faced him, once again surprised at how he had the ability to sneak up on her. He crossed his arms and leaned against the bureau, still in his kilt, still gorgeous.

  He smiled and she shook her head. “Stop it,” she ordered.

  “No, I don’t think I will. You finding me gorgeous is to my advantage.” He cocked his head. “So, what’s the question, love?”

  “The question is whether or not you’ll trust me enough to show me every part of you.”

  “None of this is about trust, Grace. It’s about protecting you.”

  “Bullshit.”

  He frowned. “Grace.”

  “What? You said I have the ability to call bullshit, bullshit, so guess what? I call bullshit.”

  Max laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” she
demanded.

  “It’s just cute when you swear...I haven’t heard it much.”

  “I don’t swear often. We used to get in a lot of trouble if we did.” Grace sighed. “But, it kind of felt good, to be honest.”

  Max laughed again and stroked her cheek. “Do you know something else that feels good?” He leaned down and kissed her.

  Grace grasped the lapels of his formal jacket, allowing the moment to overtake her. The buzzing of her phone dragged her from her fantasy and she broke the kiss to answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Gracie,” her mother rasped.

  “Mom? Is everything okay?”

  “No, honey, it’s not.”

  Grace wrapped an arm around her stomach. “Is it Maggie?”

  “Yes. I really didn’t want to tell you this over the phone, but your sister’s sick. Very, very sick. She doesn’t have the flu, honey, she has cancer.”

  Grace’s knees buckled, but Max caught her, kneeling beside her as Grace dropped her phone and burst into tears. She vaguely registered Max picking up her phone and speaking to her mother, but for the most part, the next several minutes were a blur.

  Max gathered her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap, and Grace curled up against his chest and sobbed. Max stroked her hair, holding her in silence until she was able to catch her breath. “I have to go home,” she said.

  “I’ll come with you.”

  She shook her head. “No. I would like to be alone.”

  “Grace. I’m not allowing you to go through this by yourself, love.”

  “Okay.”

  He gave her a gentle squeeze. “I thought I was going to have to fight you on this.”

  “I would if I was smarter, but I don’t think I can do this without you.” She sat up. “Especially since Charlie’s so far away.”

  “Come on, love, I’ll get the plane sorted.” He stood with her in his arms, and it wasn’t lost on her how strong he was.

  “Don’t you need to be at the ball?”

  He shook his head and smiled. “Kade and Samantha will understand. You pack and I’ll call Kenna.”

  He set her down, and Grace grabbed her suitcase.

  * * *

  The next day, an exhausted Grace sat with her family at the kitchen table and tried to process the information being discussed. She’d asked Max to give her some space, and he’d reluctantly agreed, however, she didn’t try to block him and honestly, appreciated the comfort knowing he was close.

  “What exactly is Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia?” Spencer asked.

  Their mother opened one of the pamphlets the doctor had given her. “It’s a cancer that starts from white blood cells called lymphocytes in the bone marrow.”

  Grace bit her lip. It explained Maggie’s weakness, the pain in her once broken arm, the weird pins of red under her skin from bleeding, and her disinterest in eating. If there was something Maggie enjoyed more than most things, it was food.

  “Does that mean we can donate our marrow?” Spencer asked.

  “Yes,” their mother said.

  Grace looked at her father. Big mistake. He could barely speak, his face wracked with grief. She felt Max stir in her mind, but was glad he didn’t speak.

  “So what now?” Spencer asked.

  “Chemo,” their mother said. “And while she’s doing chemo, you can get tested, and they’ll also look for a bone marrow match.”

  “What about alternative treatments?” Grace asked. “And how much is all of this going to cost?”

  “You don’t need to worry about any of that,” her father said. “Your mother and I will take care of it.”

  “Am I going to lose my hair?” Maggie asked, her voice small and shaky.

  “Probably,” their mother said.

  “But I’m feeling better,” Maggie argued. “The antibiotics are working. They must have made a mistake. They read the blood wrong.”

  “They tested it three times, honey.”

  “I think we should get a second opinion.”

  Their father patted her hand. “And we will, sweetheart, but for now, you should rest.”

  Their mother nodded. “I agree. I think you should go back to bed, Magpie. I’ll bring you some soup in a little while.”

  “Come on, Maggie,” Grace said, and pushed her chair from the table. “I’ll come up with you.”

  “Are you going to see Max later?” Maggie asked, rising to her feet.

  Grace took Maggie’s arm and led her to the stairs. “I don’t think so.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because this is family time,” Grace explained.

  “But he’s family.”

  “Maggie,” she said, helping her sisters up the stairs.

  “I don’t understand why you’re so weird about him all of a sudden.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “I like him, Gracie. Don’t screw it up.”

  “Maggie,” she said with a sigh.

  “Seriously,” Maggie pressed as she pushed open her bedroom door. “He’s perfect for you.”

  “You’re just saying that because you’ve been in love with him forever.”

  “I’m not. Honest. You’re just too stubborn to see it.” Maggie climbed under her covers. “Don’t let him go.”

  “We’ll see,” Grace said, suddenly far too tired to think. “Get some rest. I love you, sissy.”

  “Love you too.”

  Grace closed her sister’s door and walked next door to her room. Lowering herself onto her bed, she burst into tears, the weight of the reality crushing her. Her sister was more than likely going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

  Grace, let me come to you.

  No, Max. I just need to be alone right now. Please.

  I love you.

  I know. Grace lay down and let her exhaustion overtake her.

  THE NEXT DAY, Grace paced the hospital waiting room while Maggie was in radiology. Maggie had tripped and fallen that morning, and the doctors thought she may have broken her foot.

  Grace’s phone buzzed...again. Max had been calling non-stop all day, not to mention the frequent visits to her dreams the night before, but Grace wasn’t in the frame of mind to face her feelings for him and deal with her despair over Maggie’s cancer at the same time. She’d tried to explain that to him earlier, that this was all entirely too much for her and she needed a break.

  She stepped up to the nurses’ station and forced a smile. “Do you have any idea how much longer my sister will be?”

  The nurse shook her head. “Sorry, hon, I don’t. But she’s just getting an x-ray, so I can’t imagine it’ll be much longer. Would you like me to call down there for you?”

  “Grace!”

  Grace turned to see Max walking toward her. He wore dark jeans and a tight, light blue V-neck T-shirt. He couldn’t have been better looking if he’d tried. Her heart sped up and she tried to take a deep breath, but found herself unable to.

  She turned back to the nurse. “I’ll just wait. Thank you.”

  “Sure thing,” she said, eyeing Max like he was a giant candy bar.

  Grace forced herself not to scowl at the woman and made her way to Max, who wrapped her in a tight embrace. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

  “What are you doing here?” Grace asked. “How did you find me? I’ve been trying to block you all day.”

  “That doesn’t matter right now,” he said, and loosened his hold. “Why haven’t you answered your phone or texts?” He tapped his temple. “Or responded.”

  Grace tried to ignore her comfort in his arms and pulled away. “I have a lot on my mind. Maggie fell and they’re x-raying her foot to see if it’s broken, her chemo starts next week, and I need to find another job. You have no shows coming up, and since I can’t work in the Scotland office, I can’t take your money. I can’t deal with all of that and you as well.”

  He slipped his hands into his pockets. “You never have to work again,
Grace, regardless of if you work for me or not, so don’t bother looking for a job.”

  “I can’t let you ‘take care’ of me, Max. It wouldn’t be right.”

  She watched his face harden. “I am not having this argument with you again, Grace. It is my right and my responsibility to make sure you never want for anything, and nothing you say will change that.”

  She let out a growl of frustration. “It’s always all about you! You don’t care about what I want, do you? As long as you get to play the big strong man who rescues the heroine in distress. I need a break, Max. I can’t do this anymore.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he ground out.

  “I’m done. With you, with me, with all of this.” She waved her hand in the air.

  Before he could respond, Maggie appeared, sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a hospital volunteer, while their mother followed.

  Grace rushed to her sister. “What did they say?”

  “It’s broken. I have to get it cast,” Maggie grumbled.

  “They’re taking her now,” her mom said, and caught sight of Max just as Maggie glanced over Grace’s shoulder, her face brightening.

  “Max? What are you doing here?” Maggie asked.

  Grace squeezed her eyes shut in an effort not to react. She felt Max’s hand settle on her lower back and cursed her body for relaxing against it.

  “I came to see how you were, lass,” Max said, releasing Grace and hunkering down next to Maggie. “You said you fell.”

  “She said?” Grace asked, and realized how Max knew where she was. Maggie had obviously saved his number in her contacts list.

  “Yeah, I slipped on the stairs and broke my stupid foot. But I’m okay. I just wanted you to know... well, you know.”

  Max nodded. “I know, lass, and I appreciate it.”

  “Did you know I start chemo next week?” Maggie whispered.

  “Yes. I heard.”

  “I’m super excited about that. You know, losing your hair, puking your guts out and stuff,” she droned.

  “Hair grows back, and the rest doesn’t last long.” Max squeezed her hand. “I have a feeling you’ll manage beautifully.”

  “Margaret Wilson,” a nurse called.

  “Here,” Maggie said, and smiled at Max. “Thanks for coming, Max. That was really sweet.” She glanced up at their mother. “Will you come with me, Mom?”