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“They both love you.”
“Not the point. You just got finished telling me that being surrounded by love made me strong.”
“You have a dragon and a shaman as well. Use them.”
The corner of her mouth inched up. “Not the wolf, Dru?”
“That wolf…” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you think if I?—”
“Do not finish that thought.” She started toward the door. “Leave the wolf alone. He’s kind of my friend now. Kind of.”
“Am I?”
She stopped and turned, leaving her hand on the door. “Do you want to be?”
Dru shrugged.
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Yes, Dru. I consider you a friend. Don’t tell the dragon.”
Dru smiled, and it softened the hard planes of his face. “I will hold the gates, Carys Morgan. Until you find a way to bring the Morrígan back to the Shadowlands, I will hold the gates from this side.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Carys returned to the dining room, Duncan and Lachlan, Laura, Naida, and Godrik were all still there, but they’d been joined by a massive silent man standing in the corner.
He reminded Carys of the old fishermen who docked their boats in Baywood. He had on a pair of muddy boots, a knit sweater, and canvas cargo pants.
He didn’t look fae. He didn’t look like a wolf, though he was sized like one. And he wasn’t talking to the others. He was just staring out a window.
So… normal human? What was he doing in Temris?
“Carys.” Duncan walked over. “So the thing is?—”
“Ey up,” the man blurted as he turned to Carys. “I’m Wade.”
Oh no. Not human. At least not a normal one. This man radiated power in the same way Duncan’s friend Angus did. Cold and old and enigmatic.
“Hello, Wade.” Carys looked at Duncan, then at Lachlan, who simply shrugged.
Wade moved from the window over to Carys, his massive arms crossed over his chest. “Don’ like your accent.” His face barely moved when he talked. “But I like his less.” He angled his head toward Duncan.
Duncan muttered, “Fuck off.” He looked at Wade. “Yer askin’ me to carry ye somewhere and insulting me at the same time?”
Wade kept looking at Carys as if she was the one in charge. “Dru’s people said you c’d give me a lift back in the Brightlands.”
“A lift? I mean, we don’t have a coracle, so we’re just walking back and?—”
“Nah, not with the wyrm,” the man mumbled. “I mean,inthe Brightlands, you know.”
“You want to go through the gate with us?”
“Aye.”
“To England?”
“Aye.”
Carys shook her head. “Sorry, but I don’t know you, and I recently made a very bad decision about taking someone through a gate who really shouldn’t have been there to begin with. I’m still trying to clean up that mess, so?—”
