\u201cWhat in blazes are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted to talk,\u201d Phelan snapped. \u201cWe\u2019re going to go talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
His skin prickled slightly as they grew closer to the edge of the ravine and the lines of power that twisted below. Seamus stumbled and caught himself. There was a slight tremor in his voice as Seamus asked, \u201cWhere<\/em> are you taking me, Phelan?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTo the other side of the bridge,\u201d Phelan said. \u201cToward the barrow.\u201d He glared over his shoulder at Seamus. \u201cI assume the stories about the Hunt are true. You feel the tuggings of the dead.\u201d<\/p>\n Seamus sucked in a breath and nodded, jerking his arm free of Phelan\u2019s hand just as they reached the near side of the bridge. \u201cWe can,\u201d he said. \u201cThough that\u2019s not why we\u2019ve come here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why?\u201d Phelan turned to face him, planting his staff between his feet in the snow. \u201cWhy did you come here now, Seamus? Why bring the Hunt here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomething called us,\u201d Seamus whispered. \u201cI don\u2019t always understand the call, but I know it when I feel it. We all do. Something called us here and it wasn\u2019t the souls or whatnot that lay in the barrow you\u2019re dragging me to.\u201d<\/p>\n Phelan\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cYou have to know that I hate the way that sounds.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t have been a worthy successor to me if you did.\u201d Seamus smiled sadly and shook his head. \u201cLead on.\u201d<\/p>\n Phelan inclined his head and turned, heading across the bridge. He paused at its apex, leaning against the rail and staring out into the darkness. Seamus stopped next to him, following his gaze.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s power here,\u201d Seamus whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cThere are two Seers here,\u201d Phelan said. \u201cThe ones I was supposed to look for, the ones that presaged something greater and more terrible than anything we\u2019d ever seen before.\u201d<\/p>\n Seamus looked at him. \u201cThe harbingers.\u201d<\/p>\n Phelan closed his eyes. \u201cNeve is here, too.\u201d<\/p>\n Seamus took a sharp breath. Phelan continued.<\/p>\n \u201cYou could have told us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlbina betrayed me. Who knows what she would have done to protect herself, to stop anyone from learning the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n Phelan turned to look at him in the dim. \u201cOur blood runs together, Seamus, here in this place. Neve is here, I\u2019m here, you\u2019re here. Neve\u2019s lover is of your blood by Leinth. The Seers…one is my blood, the other is Teague\u2019s. There\u2019s a Spiritweaver of a talent I\u2019ve not seen in centuries and he\u2019s Teague\u2019s blood, too.<\/p>\n \u201cIf something drew you here, it must have been that. There\u2019s a purpose to your coming and I only hope it\u2019s not a violent one.\u201d<\/p>\n Seamus shuddered. \u201cI pray the same,\u201d the leader of the Wild Hunt whispered into the night. \u201cI pray the same.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cWhat in blazes are you doing?\u201d \u201cYou wanted to talk,\u201d Phelan snapped. \u201cWe\u2019re going to go talk.\u201d His skin prickled slightly as they grew closer to the edge of the ravine and the lines of power that twisted below. Seamus … Continue reading