Connor polished off his bacon, sighed. âAnd I feel not only human again, but fit and fine. Itâs a pity we canât take the bastard on again now.â
âYou need more than a full fry in your belly to take him on.â Rising, Meara gathered dishes. âAll of us do. We hurt him on the solstice, and thatâs a satisfying thing, but we didnât finish him. What did we miss? Isnât that the thing we need? What did we not do that we need to do?â
âAh, the practical mind.â
âSomeone needs to think practical,â Meara tossed back at him.
âSheâs right. Iâve poured over Sorchaâs book.â Branna shook her head. âWhat we did, what we had, how we planned it, it shouldâve worked.â
âHe changed the ground,â Boyle reminded her. âTook the fighting ground back in time.â
âAnd still, I canât find what we might add to it.â Branna tossed a glance toward Fin, just a beat. He only gave her the most subtle shake of head. âSo weâll keep looking.â
âNo, you sit.â Iona took more dishes before Connor could do so. âConsidering your dawn adventure, you get a pass at kitchen duty. Maybe I wasnât strong or skilled enough last summer.â
âDo you need reminding of a whirlwind called?â Boyle asked her.
âThat was more instinct than skill, but Iâm learning.â She glanced back at Branna.
âYou are, yes, and very well indeed. Youâre no weak link if thatâs what youâre thinking, nor have you ever been. He knows more than us, and thatâs a problem. Heâs lived, in his way, hundreds of years.â
âThat makes him older,â Meara put in, ânot smarter.â
âWe have books and legends and what was passed down generation to generation. But he lived it all, soâsmarter or notâhe knows more. And what he has is deep and dark. His power has no rules as ours does. He harms who he wants, no matter to it. That we can never do and be what we are.â
âHis power sourceâthe stone he wears around his neck, wolf or man. Destroy it, destroy him. I know it,â Fin stated, clenched a fist on the table. âI know it as truth, but donât know how it can be done. Yet.â
âWeâll find the way. We must,â Connor said, âso we will.â
Fin rose when Connor reached over the table to lay his hand on Brannaâs, and joined the others across the room with the clatter of dishes, the whoosh of water in the sink.
âWorrying for me wonât help, and isnât needed. I donât have to look,â he added, âto see.â
âAnd if heâd harmed you and the boy, where would we be?â
âWell, he didnât, did he? And between us we gave him a solid boot in the balls. Iâm here, Branna, as ever. Weâre meant for this, so Iâm here.â
âYouâre a thorn in my side half the time.â Her hand turned under his until their fingers curled together and gripped. âBut Iâm used to you. Youâll have a care, Connor.â
âI will, of course. And the same for you.â
âThe same for us all.â
*Â *Â *
IT AMUSED HIM, AND TOUCHED HIM WHEN MEARA FELL INTO step beside him as he left the house for the falconry school.
âAre you leaving your lorry then?â
âI am. I want to walk off that breakfast.â
âYouâre guarding my body.â He slung an arm around her shoulders, pulled her in so their hips bumped.
Sheâd dressed for work at the stables, rough pants and jacket, sturdy boots, and with all that hair braided back to hang through the loop of her battered cap.
And still she made a picture, he thought, the dark-eyed Meara with the gypsy in her blood.
âYour body can guard itself.â She glanced up, watched the hawks circle in the heavy sky. âAnd youâve got them keeping an eye
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