Page 4 of Broken Veil
Despite your completely unnecessary interest in Laura’s and my relationship, we have far more important things to worry about.
I know.
Carys had made a bargain with what she thought was a fae sorceress, only to find out that the old woman who bargained for passage to the Brightlands wasn’t fae at all.
She was the Morrígan, a three-natured goddess of Celtic mythology. She was also the reason for the massive fae fort that had appeared on Salisbury Plain.
Carys didn’tknowwhat the Morrígan was planning, but she was fairly sure it wasn’t going to be peace, love, and naked dancing under the moon.
I’m not going to pretend that the barrow near Stonehenge isn’t concerning, but?—
Oh no,the dragon said.We have more immediate problems than that.
Okay yes, the Morrígan was loose and their fae friend Naida was ill from being in the Brightlands, but they’d averted a fae war that threatened to tear Shadowlands Briton apart.
That was progress, right?
Carys sighed, wishing her dragon would shut up so she could go back to sleep.Leave it to you to get chatty the one time I’m super time-lagged and all I want is to?—
Nêrys, I’m talking to you.
I know. And I wish you weren’t.
Nêrys.
Dragon.
I am talking to you.
And?
In. Your. Mind.
Carys’s eyes flew open, and she sat bolt upright in bed. “Shit!”
Duncan parkedthe old Land Rover in the driveway of a garage across the street from the Chelsea Bridge.
“Any other time of day, this would be asking for a tow,” he grumbled.
“Which is why I would only ask you to do this in the middle of the night,” Godrik muttered.
The wolf shifter and the Scotsman were equally grumbly about being woken in the middle of the night, but when Carysand Cadell explained that they were speaking to each other’s minds, they both understood the urgency.
Laura had stayed back at the house with Naida, leaving Carys to jog to catch up with the three large men who strode across Grosvenor Road toward the walkway along Chelsea Bridge. There weren’t many people on the streets that night, but everyone Carys saw seemed to be walking the same direction.
In the distance, she saw Cadell leaning on the railing, his long arms braced and his shoulders tense as his eagle-sharp gaze locked onto the dark water of the Thames.
Duncan halted at the sidewalk and held his hand out, waiting for Carys to catch up. “Did Godrik tell you why he wanted to come here?”
Carys shook her head. “No, I don’t know what Cadell told him.”
She only knew that moments after she’d realized that she and Cadell were communicating mentally in the Brightlands, the wolf and the dragon were knocking on her door, waking Duncan and asking him to drive them to the river as quickly as possible.
The night air had woken Carys up, but she was still groggy and unfocused. She could feel the bright line of energy between her and Cadell—usually muted in the Brightlands—flare to life as she approached the water.
By the time Duncan and Carys reached the bridge, Godrik was standing next to Cadell, staring downriver with a grim look on his face.
“What?” Carys asked. “What is it?”
