“Me?” Fallon said in surprise. “I seem to recall you ordering Marcail to her chamber. Right before she told you what for.”
Lucan grinned as Quinn looked away sheepishly. “We all made that decision.”
“Aye,” Quinn said.
Fallon gave a shake of his head. “We didna imagine they would in turn tell us we couldna go.”
“We could sneak out during the night,” Lucan said.
The three brothers exchanged looks as plans began to form.
“Do you think we could get away with it?” Quinn asked.
Fallon said, “Nay, but my being able to teleport us in and out will help.”
“There’ll be hell to pay when we return,” Lucan added.
Quinn glanced around the hall. “It has to be just us three.”
“As I said, hell to pay.”
Fallon absently scratched his chin. “Quinn’s right. Just us three. We’ll be gone and back before they know it. We can do small searches in places Malcolm and Phelan have no’ gone.”
“We go tonight,” Quinn said.
Lucan leaned a shoulder against the wall. “Half past midnight. Meet on the north tower.”
“This could be for nothing,” Fallon cautioned. “Wallace may well truly be dead.”
“I want to see his body,” Quinn stated.
Lucan glanced at Cara again. “I concur. I need to see his body to believe he’s gone from our lives for good. Only then will I be able to breathe.”
“It’s been two months and nothing. If Wallace was alive, he’d have made himself known by now,” Fallon said.
“There was a time we thought Deirdre was dead as well,” Lucan said. “That didna turn out so well for us since she was able to use her magic to regenerate her body.”
Quinn rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Doona remind me. Wallace was smart. Smarter than Deirdre or Declan. He might’ve been a little too cocky, but he’ll have made plans for his untimely demise.”
“Ah, but he wasna counting on having to battle the selmyr,” Fallon said, his eyes flashing satisfaction at the memory.
Lucan growled as he thought of the selmyr—ancient monsters who thrived off of consuming magical beings. Druids and Warriors being their choice of meals.
“We’ve made some powerful friends,” Fallon continued. “Without the aid of the Dragon Kings, there’s no way we could’ve fought both the selmyr and Wallace.”
Quinn shifted from one foot to the other as Marcail rose from the table and walked up the stairs. “All of that was thanks to Charon. For some reason the Dragon Kings favor him.”
“Irks you, does it?” Lucan teased.
Quinn rolled his eyes. “I almost killed Charon while we were in Deirdre’s Pit. Now I’m glad I listened to Marcail and stayed my hand.”
“Charon has proven a valuable Warrior long before his connection to the Dragon Kings,” Lucan pointed out.
Fallon was quick to toss in his agreement. “That he has. No’ once has he let us down.”
“Should we tell him our plan about our upcoming search?” Quinn asked quietly.
Lucan frowned. “Nay. We tell no one.”
“Agreed,” Fallon said.
The three ended their talk of searching for Wallace as Aiden came to the top of the stairs. He looked in need of a shave and a good meal, but the smile on his face said everything.
“Britt is close,” Aiden said. “Verra close. It’s still going to take a couple of days before the serum will be ready to test.”
After a round of clapping and shouts of joy, Aiden disappeared from view.
“This is good news,” Quinn said.
Fallon’s gaze was riveted on his wife, Larena. She was the only female Warrior, and she had come close to dying when
Just one drop of
In the past, introducing a Warrior’s blood to counteract the
Lucan prayed Britt’s serum worked. It was just a matter of time before one of them fell to
“Tonight,” Quinn whispered, as if reading his thoughts.
Lucan and Fallon nodded.
Tonight they would begin their hunt. The other Warriors, Druids, and their wives would be angry, but it was worth their fury to find Wallace.
At least they would know something. If he was dead, they could concentrate on finding the spell that would bind their gods for good and allow them to live normal lives.
If Wallace was alive … it meant another battle.
Lucan stayed where he was as Quinn and Fallon walked away. Lucan looked over the great hall at the men and women who had become his family. They might not be related by blood, but they were family just the same.
They had lost one already. Duncan.
Lucan’s heart was heavy every time he thought of the Warrior. And he couldn’t look at Ian without thinking of Duncan since they had been twins.
Their immortality gave them an advantage, but as it had been proven, they could be killed. Lucan didn’t want to lose anyone else in his family.
They’d come close recently with Charon and Larena. How many more times would luck favor them?
He feared their luck had run out.
CHAPTER
FIVE
It was just after one when Aisley pulled off the road to eat. The croissant and coffee she had hastily downed at the cafe had been hours ago.
The lack of food, stress of meeting up with Phelan again, and the worry that Jason could be right around the corner had given her the queen of migraines.
Aisley opened the door and blinked against the blinding light of the sun. She slipped her sunglasses back on and hurried to the small restaurant.
With a nod to the man behind the counter, Aisley walked up to the bar and ordered some fish and chips and a soft drink before sitting down at a table in the far back corner.
Her hands shook when she dug into her purse for her migraine medicine after they brought her drink. At any moment, she expected her head to explode from the pain. She popped the pill into her mouth and took a drink to wash it down.
No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get Phelan out of her mind. He confused her, rattled her, but he excited her as well.
She didn’t like that most of all. He was the enemy. She shouldn’t want his touch. Or more of his kisses.
She closed her eyes and instantly an image of Phelan filled her mind. Rich, dark hair hung past his shoulders thick and straight. His face was hard lines and angles with a jaw that looked as if it had been carved from granite.
