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His heart thumped. “When I leave?” he repeated neutrally.

“For Virginia,” she said, as if she was inside his head. Those ocean-colored eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “And soon, I think. Maybe even tonight.”

Chapter 17

The stare that Adric turned on Rosana made her go very still.

Time had run out. A terrible urgency vibrated in her body, banded around her chest. She was convinced he was leaving for New Moon—soon.

And Langdon knew.

He prowled closer. Deus, he was beautiful, even with his face dark with suspicion. His gold-tipped hair was damp from the rain, his jaw shadowed with stubble. His long-sleeved T-shirt clung like paint to his body, and cargo pants hung low on his hips.

But it wasn’t just his looks. It was the way he moved, the sexy growl of his voice, his aura of power.

“What do you know?”

She moistened her lips. This man had killed his own uncle for the good of the clan. She needed to remember that. “Nothing for sure. But I Saw something new.”

“What?”

“You, alone in a forest. On your motorcycle.” She closed her eyes to better picture it. “There was fresh snow on the ground. And then suddenly, you weren’t on your motorcycle, you were a cougar instead. Staring at the night fae court. And Adric, the prince Saw you. He knew you were there.”

“Did you tell anyone?” He was a foot away, his metallic brown eyes boring into hers.

That he’d even ask hurt. But she shrugged like she didn’t care. “Who would I tell?”

“So you’re here to try and stop me.” He exhaled. “God’s cat, Rosana. Enough already. Nothing you can say will change my mind.”

“I’m not here to change your mind.”

His eyes narrowed. “No?”

“No.” She took a deep breath. “I’m here because I’m going with you.”

He fingered her ponytail, so close the heat of his body licked at hers. “Are you?”

“Yes.” She lifted her chin. “You need my help.”

“What did I say in December when you told me that? And again last Sunday? Oh, yeah.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against her face. “I said, ‘No. Fucking. Way.’”

She gazed back steadily. She’d expected this. Colm had even warned her. It was the Seer’s Dilemma: You could plead, argue, demand, but if someone was determined to stick to their chosen path, there was nothing you could do short of locking them up.

But damn, it was hard.

Because Adric had to take her. Everything in her screamed that she was right. Not just her Gift, not just a gut feeling, but her whole self.

She set a hand on his chest. Maybe she was going about this all wrong. The man was an alpha to his core, and when it came down to it, an alpha always put the cubs first.

“There’s something you don’t know—we just found out ourselves. The prince has been watching Merry. He has the farsight.”

His head angled in that feline way. “You’re sure?”

She nodded. “She feels like he’s watching her, and we believe her.”

Adric swore. “So he knows she’s still alive?”

“He must. Dion tried to put him off, but he must’ve found out somehow.”

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