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“Seamus? Seamus, are you all right?”  Neve touched his arm and he jerked, startled by her sudden presence. “Neve. Weren’t you with Phelan?” “I was,” she said, her brow creasing in concern. “We’re on our way to ask Thesan probing … Continue reading →

“Mon Capitain.” Seamus took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before he turned to his longtime second among the Hunt, a slender Frenchman with dark hair and gray eyes. He’d grown used to the nicknames the rest of the … Continue reading →

“Jac, wait.” Neve lurched to her feet and stumbled after the healer. “You can’t go alone.” “I’ll be fine,” Jacqueline said over her shoulder. “Just stay here and keep an eye on Phelan.” “Cameron can do that. I’m coming with … Continue reading →

“Three days,” Jacqueline practically snarled. “It’s been three days. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” “Unfortunately, the one you need to ask is the one that’s currently unconscious,” Neve murmured, hugging one knee a little tighter against her chest. “Maybe … Continue reading →

Thom wrapped his arms around Marin, exhaling a heavy sigh as he gently tugged her away from Phelan’s side, letting Jacqueline fill the gap again. “What did she do?” Jacqueline asked in a voice that was barely more than a … Continue reading →

Something out in the arboretum exploded.  White light spiked toward the heavens, briefly turning night to day before the brightness faded.  J.T. blinked against sudden blindness, swearing and pushing to his feet.  “What the–” “They were out there,” Thordin said … Continue reading →

It took a few minutes before he realized he really could feel her soul and it was nearly enough to stop his heart in his chest right then and there. Ghosts he could handle, but this? “Don’t be afraid,” Ériu’s … Continue reading →

Thesan’s shrieking laughter was almost enough to pierce eardrums. Sif clocked the woman over the ear soundly, mercifully cutting off the sound before it could reach glass-shattering levels. She dropped the slender girl in a heap in the snow, glowering. … Continue reading →

“Hold her!” Thordin roared. His hands shook, even as he gripped the haft of his axe tightly. Sif’s arm was locked around the slender woman’s neck and her other arm held her captive’s hands pinioned. “Who the hell is she?” … Continue reading →