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Twenty-two – 04

Phelan took a deep breath, staring at Jacqueline for a long moment before he sighed and sat down next to Seamus, leaving enough room at the very end of the log for Jac to join him if she wanted. “She’s … Continue reading

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Twenty-two – 03

Gray frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Is this normal?” he asked after a moment of watching Phelan and Aoife square off. I shrugged. “Hard to say. I’ve never seen him with anyone closer than a cousin before.” “It … Continue reading

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Twenty-two – 02

Phelan glared at her, then at me. I stared right back, tilting my head to one side, silently daring him to deny it—to say that he wasn’t lying, that everything was fine even though we all knew that it was … Continue reading

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Twenty-two – 01

“So let me get this straight, the Wild Hunt brought someone up here because they said they wanted to talk to Phelan and Phelan went out to meet them.” “Out to the arboretum. Whoever it was said that they were … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 06

A chill washed over and through him, as if he’d just jumped into a clean, cold mountain lake. He caught the sharp scent of herbs and evergreen cuttings before the scent was gone and the chill was gone, leaving him … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 05

There wasn’t a barrier that he could see in front of them, but he could feel it—feel it like a real, physical thing, like it was an object he could reach out and touch, run his fingers along its surface. … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 03

“What do you suppose he means by that?” Gray murmured in her ear. Aoife shrugged, watching her brother as he kept walking. A woman who reminded her dangerously of Sif Freyrsdottir gave she and Gray a long, hard look before … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 01

“Conas tá mé chaill tú,” Aoife whispered into her brother’s neck, hugging him as close and as tightly as he was hugging her. “Déithe agus arrachtaigh, conas tá mé chaill tú.” “I missed you, too,” he murmured into her hair. … Continue reading

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Twenty – 10

Vasily came into view first, emerging from the thick tangle of thornbushes near the archyway where Phelan had performed Thom and Marin’s handfasting. Phelan’s breath caught in his throat, his heart starting to pound a bit faster—perhaps almost too fast. … Continue reading

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Twenty – 09

Phelan’s boots crunched against the gravel of the path, his arms crossed tightly against his chest, one hand still locked around his staff’s midpoint. A thousand scenarios ran through his head, leaving his skull aching and his stomach sour. The … Continue reading

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