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"I talked to the hu back don to to speak to the detective he talked to last time Ronan at least remembered the license plate of the car Not that it will helpa punch at air "The police should let us track them And then take them down"

"Sure, lad," Liam said "We’ll find the huo off, and won’t we look like fools rolling around, screaet them, Con, but another way"

Connor thuet these dalance Last su the Collars had produced so results, and Liam had declared that the experiments were to be terminated But Sean knew full well that Lia for a safer way for reh Glory and Kim knew, because they’d been involved But it was strictly a need-to-know basis

Connor shrugged, a picture of youth frustrated "So"

"That’s when I’erous, lad," Lia off with Ellison? You were supposed to stay here and guard Kim"

"I was only across the street I could see the house the whole tietic to keep still "It’s not fair, is it? The humans snap Collars on us and ht back, and then they try to shoot us We were just lucky no one got killed"

Liam only nodded, but Sean was pulled to Connor’s distress Sometimes Liam’s stoic "don’t worry, I have it" attitude wasn’t exactly reassuring Sean moved behind Connor and wrapped his arms around his nephew

"We have the luck of the Goddess on our side," he told hi was sure lucky," Connor growled, but Sean felt the lad’s body relax under his touch Sean rubbed Connor’s arms, kissed his hair

Take care of Con for ht he’d been killed, his broken body in Sean’s arms Promise me, Sean

Sean had promised to protect Connor with his life as he’d held his brother close and corief Kenny had died before Liam and Dylan could arrive, and Sean had rocked Kenny’s body and wept

Then Sean had gently laid his brother on the ground, taken up the silver Sword of the Guardian, and sent Kenny to dust That had been the hardest night of Sean’s life

Under Sean’s light e, Connor cal he felt better Sean released hi his beer Connor had insisted on buying his own beer and going to the bar now that he’d reached the lofty hue of twenty-one

Sean kissed the top of Connor’s head, touched Liaht He went up to his room, the smallest in the house, but Sean didn’t need much A bed, a desk for his coood

The wooden case that held the sword--polished, inlaid, velvet-lined--rested on his dresser, the elegance of the case incongruous with the functional sword inside it The Sword of the Guardian itself, o, was fairly plain, with runes covering the ically hardened silver-alloy blade

The hilt was unadorned and easy to grip, though runes had been etched on it as well It was an ancient thing, dom of Kerry, a Shifter called Niall O’Connell, and passed down through the generations The Morrisseys were descended fro fro him two sons Naill had taken as his second h this sword, the legends said

Sean turned off his light and sat on the end of the bed From this position he could look across the yard that separated the two houses to Andrea’s bedroolowed against the about the room

He watched Andrea’s shadow pull off her top and slide down her jeans, and Sean’s mind filled in what he couldn’t see The curve of her waist, the slashes of lace that would be her bra and panties, the soft round of brsts that had teased hiht

He adjusted himself on the bed, his skin hot, his arousal hard and painful She was a delectable wo him crazy He’d told Andrea that she could leave his ive Wade’s pack tiet used to her Sean wouldn’t force the issue, but he ht went out in Andrea’s bedrooht flowed into silence Andrea had closed heragainst the cold, but Sean knehen her night and turning, the frightened noises she

"Hush now," Sean whispered "Hush, love"

As though she heard hi Sean made himself lie down and pull the covers over hiht