\u201cYou can still sense them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seamus froze at his lover\u2019s soft-spoken words, halfway through the motion of tugging his shirt on. It was early and the sun would just be peeking over the horizon beyond the walls, beyond the tents and trees and shattered remains of dormitories and lecture halls.<\/p>\n
He swallowed hard. \u201cSense who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Hunt,\u201d Leinth said. \u201cThey\u2019ve released you, but you\u2019ll never truly be free of them, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a question I don\u2019t know the answer to,\u201d Seamus said, reaching for a sweater. \u201cThere may come a day when I don\u2019t hear the call or feel the tug on my soul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you can<\/em> still sense them.\u201d There was only a bare hint of accusation in her voice\u2014for the most part, there was just a note of tired, sad acceptance, perhaps a trace of hurt. His connection to the Wild Hunt was a connection that he didn\u2019t share with her, one he couldn\u2019t share with her\u2014not that either of them would ever truly want to.<\/p>\n Seamus straightened, staring at her for a long moment, heart feeling like it was being squeezed by a vise. \u201cI can,\u201d he admitted quietly. \u201cI\u2014Leinth, don\u2019t worry. They won\u2019t call me back. They\u2019ve released me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you still hear them, still feel them.\u201d She got up from the bed, moving toward him with a furrowed brow, a worried look. \u201cCan you blame me for being concerned? They may not call you back, but if they needed help, you would answer.\u201d<\/p>\n He opened his mouth to protest. She pressed a finger against his lips.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t lie to us both, Seamus,\u201d she whispered. \u201cYou would answer because they were your men once, and I know you.<\/p>\n \u201cYou won\u2019t abandon them. Not completely. You can\u2019t. It\u2019s not in you.\u201d<\/p>\n He hated the fact that she was right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cYou can still sense them.\u201d Seamus froze at his lover\u2019s soft-spoken words, halfway through the motion of tugging his shirt on. It was early and the sun would just be peeking over the horizon beyond the walls, beyond the tents … Continue reading