Lara’s words fresh in his mind. He could see the resemblance, a trick of coloring, a similarity in build. But he didn’t feel the connection.
“Because we were neutral in Hel ’s war on Heaven and humankind,” Conn said.
“Aren’t we neutral now?” Iestyn asked.
“Al iances change,” Morgan said. “The demons no longer disguise their enmity. Your affinity with this girl now could tip things in our favor.”
Conn raised his eyebrows. “Another shift in the balance of power?” he inquired softly.
Morgan met his gaze. “Why not? I liked the look of that heth.
We could use something like that.”
The undercurrents of the conversation sucked at Iestyn, leaving him edgy and off balance. “Lara didn’t make the heth,” he said.
“But she understands how it was made. How it works.”
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Morgan directed another look at Conn. “It would be interesting to learn what else she knows. What else she can do.”
Iestyn gritted his teeth. Lara had run with him rather than let him be used by the nephilim. “Forget it. I won’t let you use her.”
They al regarded him with varying degrees of affront or surprise.
“The pup has grown teeth,” Morgan murmured.
“Your concern for the girl does you credit,” Conn said.
“But her appearance now has implications for us al . We’d be fools not to take advantage of her knowledge.”
“Only if she agrees,” Iestyn said. “If she stays.”
The thought that she might not stay struck at his heart.
“Why wouldn’t she stay?” Morgan asked. “She’s obviously in love with you.”
Was she?
Iestyn’s throat tightened. He gulped his beer.
Was love enough to make her stay?
“Unless you don’t love her,” Conn said, watching him closely.
Iestyn stared morosely at the bottle in his hand. “She’l never believe it. Not now. Not if she thinks I’m using her.”
“But you’ve told her how you feel,” Lucy said.
“No.”
No promises. No guarantees.
Conn raised his eyebrows. “Then you should.”
Iestyn’s jaw set stubbornly. Lara had told him straight out that she was tired of other people tel ing her how to live her life. “She ought to be able to decide what she wants for herself.”
“And how can she do that if she doesn’t know that you love her?” Lucy asked.
“She should understand her options,” Conn said.
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“She deserves the words,” Morgan said. He glanced toward the picnic table, where his wife Elizabeth chatted with Margred Hunter. “Women need words.”
Iestyn’s chest felt tight. Lara had been so careful not to ask him for promises.
But he could make them, because the words mattered.
Because she mattered.
He wanted her. He trusted her. But he hadn’t trusted his feelings until now.
He regarded the three under the trees, his prince, his friend, his only living blood relative.
“I need to talk to her.”
“She’s gone,” Morgan said.
Iestyn’s blood drummed in his ears. “What?”
“Dylan saw her headed back to the inn. I came to tel you.”
Conn’s gaze narrowed. “Problem?”
Uneasiness gripped Iestyn. That sense of something off, something wrong, swept over him.
“I don’t know. I have to find her.”
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