it?â
âAs sure as I know my sister. I only thought him a boy at first, and in Cabhanâs path, but when I took his hand . . . Iâve never felt the like, never. Not even with you, Branna, or you and Iona together. Even on the solstice when the power was a scream, it wasnât so big, so bright, so full. I couldnât hold it, couldnât control it. It just blew through me like a comet. Through the boy as well, but he held on to me, on to it. Heâs a rare one.â
âWhat about Cabhan?â Iona demanded.
âIt ripped through him,â Fin said. âI felt it.â Absently, he lifted a hand to his shoulder, where the mark of his blood, of Cabhanâs blood scarred his flesh. His heart. âIt stunned him, left him, I promise you, as shaken as you were.â
âSo he slithered away?â Boyle dug into eggs. âLike the snake he is.â
âThat he did,â Connor confirmed. âHe was gone, and with him the fog, and there was only myself and the boy. Then only myself. But . . . He was me, and I was heâparts of one. That I knew when we joined hands. More than blood. Not the same, but . . . more than blood. For a moment, I could see into himâlike a mirror.â
âWhat did you see?â Meara asked.
âLove and grief and courage. The fear, but the heart to face it, for his sisters, for his parents. For us, come to that. Just a lad, no more than ten, Iâd venture. But in that moment, shining with a power he hasnât yet learned to ride smooth.â
âIs it like me going to visit Nan?â Iona wondered, thinking of her grandmother in America. âA kind of astral projection? But itâs not exactly, is it? Itâs like that, but with the time shift, much more than that. The time shift that can happen by Sorchaâs cabin. You werenât by Sorchaâs cabin, were you, Connor?â
âNo, still outside the clearing. Near though.â Connor considered. âMaybe near enough. All this is new. But I know for certain it wasnât what Cabhan expected.â
âIt may be he brought the boy, brought Eamon,â Meara suggested. âPulled him from his own time into ours, trying to separate him from his sisters, to take on a boy rather than a man like the sodding coward he is. The way you said it happened, Connor, if you hadnât come along, he might have killed the boy, or certainly harmed him.â
âTrue enough. Eamon was game, by God, he was gameâwouldnât run when I told him to run, but still confused, afraid, not yet able to draw up enough to fight on his own.â
âSo you woke and went out,â Branna said, âyou who never step a foot out of a morning without something in your belly, and called up your hawk. Barely dawn?â She shook her head. âSomething called you there. The connection between you and Eamon, or Sorcha herself. A mother still protecting her child.â
âI dreamed of Teagan,â Iona reminded them. âOf her riding Alastar to the cabin, to her motherâs grave, and facing Cabhan thereâdrawing his blood. Sheâs mine, the way Eamon is Connorâs.â
Branna nodded as Iona looked at her. âBrannaugh to Branna, yes. I dream of her often. But nothing like this. Itâs useful, it must be useful. Weâll find a way to use what happened here, what we know. He hid away since the solstice.â
âWe hurt him,â Boyle said, scanning the others with tawny eyes. âThat night he bled and burned as we did. More, Iâm thinking.â
âHe took the rest of the summer to heal, to gather. And this morning tried for the boy, to take that power, andââ
âTo end you,â Fin interrupted Branna. âKill the boy, Connor never exists? Or itâs very possible thatâs the case. Change what was, change what is.â
âWell now, he failed brilliantly.â
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