Page 54 of Blood and Hexes

"She was buried alive,” Eirikr growled. "She's past talking."

If anyone understood that, it was him. Yet here he was, not murderous or insane, not seeking retribution. Calm. Loving, to his daughter. Indifferent to everyone else, of course, but who could blame the guy?

Eirikr turned to the witches huddled together. “Those of you who wish to see sunrise should either leave or start preparing for war however you can.”

Blair took Gwen’s hand. “Let’s go.”

To prepare spells, or hop in a car? Mikar supposed they’d soon know.

“Huntsmen, defending Oldcrest isn’t your place,” Eirikr told Jack Hunter, shocking Mikar. “Nor is it your mission.”

Jack, still supporting Tris, shrugged. “I don’t see why not. We hunt rogues. If what Seth says is right, every vampire who’s ever set a foot on the queen’s island is a rogue. They slaughter humans for fun. Besides, this is our home, too.”

Eirikr nodded slowly. “Then, you’re with us. Good.” He turned to Chloe, finally. “Are you strong enough?”

She hopped out of Levi’s arms. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” Mikar wouldn't have thought the man capable of smiling, but he did."I believe I have a few hours before the witch locks me back in. We will have our first hunt together, little daughter."

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