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“Is that my only option?”

She chuckled, even though she didn’t want to Bastard

Branwen didn’t knohen it had happened or why, but somehow she’d become friends with Aidan the Divine An actual royal from the House of Foulkes de chuid Fennah A far cry from Brannie’s low-born Cadwaladr Clan roots

But for these past long years as they’d been fighting against the Zealots, they’d beco and her lack of one

It amazed her even more that she liked hions loyal only to the queen, the Mì-runach were nothing more than a hit squad who killed on command

Brannie didn’t have the luxury of running around, killing randooness, she had to think about all sorts of things before and after her troops got neck-deep in battle

She didn’t respect the Mì-runach, but she had coly—respect Aidan the Divine And, over the years and in their oay, they’d become somewhat close

Which hy she knew so by the sudden look on Aidan’s face, his eyes widening in panic HisAnd all of that —Aidan’s idiot brethren were up to sory Before Brannie could figure out what, though, she heard a distinctive noise A noise she had better not be hearing

Mouth open, Brannie spun around and glared up at the dragon oaf eating her horse!

Hu, Brannie felt her rarely unleashed rage explode

“What have you done?” she bellowed

Caswyn the Butcher, in his enor The front half of her beautiful, loyal horse hanging from his snout

“Wha?” he mumbled around his meal

Her huhtened on the staff of her weapon and she raised it She slarew to its full height for use when she was in her dragon forht now, her human form wasn’t even overwhelmed by the now-enorainst a on’s neck

Caswyn stopped chewing, eyes wide, her poor horse’s front hooves still sticking out of his

They were still twitching!

But before she could embed her weapon into the idiot’s neck and end hi his idiot friend and getting in her way!

“Perhaps we should think about this?” Aidan gently suggested, as was his way The only Mì-runach she kneho tried to use reason rather than brute force

“No,” she snapped “Move”

“You’re not thinking this through”

“Get out of my way before I kill you both”

“He didn’t mean it!”

“I don’t care! I will have his head!”

“He was dying anyway,” Caswyn mumbled around the hooves

“It’s just a bloody horse,” Uther noted, his blood-covered hu at her from the opposite side

But he stopped when the tip of Brannie’s sword now pressed against the artery in his neck She’d pulled it fro a sound and so quickly, the males had no time to react As Branell knew, it was her speed that had always kept her alive

Of course, at the ons, no ht on the same side Not because she outranked them, no matter which army she represented Not even because she was faster and a better fighter than any of them But because she was the “baby cousin” of Éibhear the Despicable Their brother in arms As brethren of the Mì-runach, they protected each other’s kin as they would their own So she knew that none of these males would ever harm a hair on her head, which onlycorpses to the wild animals of these mountains