Page 46 of Shadow Weaver
He was looking at me with that hungry look in his eyes again, the one that made me want to tear off my clothes and beg him to lick me.
His radio crackled. “Archer? Archer, are you there? Over.”
It was Deana.
The hunger in his eyes cut off as if he’d flipped a switch. He turned away. “I’m here, Deana. I’m fine. Over.”
“Oh, thank God,” Deana said. “I was so worried. Uncle let me use the radio. Over.”
“I have to do a headcount. I’ll call you later. Over.”
“I love you, Archie. Over.”
There was a long beat of silence, then, “I love you too. Over and Out.”
Thanks for the reminder, Deana. I needed it. I walked away.
* * *
The fomorian bodieshad been piled in one corner. Seven of them. Huge, hulking, clay-covered bodies.
Dead now.
The rest had gotten away. The moonkissed who’d given chase had doubled back a few minutes ago.
“They can fucking fight,” Devon muttered, rubbing his shoulder. The blade wound was healing slowly. “I think I’m gonna need herbs.”
Aidan examined the wound. “We’ll get you patched up in a bit. Got me two fuckers.” He held up his hand where there was a nasty gash that was slowly healing.
“The AM posts will need to be repaired,” Brady said as he approached us.
I held up a hand. “I’ll do it.”
Brady nodded. “Let’s get the headcount done, and then I’ll liaise with Hyde, see what he wants to—“
“Venerick? Has anyone seen Venerick?” Hyde called out.
I looked about. Wait … where was Harmon? “Guys, where’s Harmon?”
The last I’d seen him he’d knocked the raider with the club off me.
“Master Hyde!” Aidan called out. “We’re missing Harmon too.”
The fomorian’s words filled my head.“They ran east with the cargo.”
Hyde pulled out his radio. “Everyone into the barracks now.” His eyes were on the mist, on the terrain.
The cadets hurried into barracks six, and I followed, fear thrumming in my veins, because if Venerick and Harmon weren’t here, there was only one place they could be.
With the fomorians.
They were the cargo.
* * *
The cadets were gatheredin the lounge, ones I recognized and ones I didn’t. There was silence as we all absorbed the consequences of a missing cadet and a missing shadow knight.
I sat on a plastic chair, knee jiggling nervously. Why was Hyde taking so long? I’d filled him in on what I’d heard and my theory that the violet-eyed fomorian may have been trying to stop the fir bolg, and he’d passed on the intel.
