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"Is it forbidden eus

"Nay But ’tis the old Tuatha Dé h considering the queen left erous in any way?" Drustan pressed

"Nay, ’tis but a chant in their tongue"

"For Christ’s sake, would you say it already?" Adaing invisibility"

" ’tis your choice, brother I leave it to your judgeus said, "I see no harm in it" Of Gabby, he inquired, "Where is he?"

When she pointed, Dageus rose and, circling the area she’d indicated, began to speak

Or rather, Gabby thought, he opened hisIt wasn’t a single voice that issued from his lips butand falling, swelling and breaking It was ely awful Like fire that one could crawl inside of trying to get war to death in it

It raised all the fine hair on Gabby’s body, and she realized that if this was the old Tuatha Dé tongue, it was not a language Adaue he’d been speaking on those infrequent occasions wasn’t this This was a voice of raer Such sound could ainst a person’s will It was old ined the Hunters possessed A terribleher eyes

"Easy, ka-lyrra; it’s because you’re a Sidhe-seer that it affects you so," she heard Adaue around you Your instincts to guard, to gather your people and flee, are being roused In ancient days you would have heard us coers away Breathe Slow and deep"

She did as he said, pursing her lips and breathing through herit would end soon He was right, theher with a bizarre kind of battle-readiness, a bone-deep urge to round up the MacKeltars and h the nearby towns, sounding the alareus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, breathlessly: "Oh, my God"

Gabby opened her eyes

Drustan had risen to his feet and was scowling, an expressionat Adam--whom they obviously could now see Then at their wives, then back at Adam

Gabby absorbed the looks on Chloe’s and Gwen’s faces, and suddenly felt sothe Fae all her life

It isn’t just ratefully She wasn’t a woman of weak moral turpitude, a spineless, undisciplined fairy-abduction-waiting-to-happen; the Fae did have so wo Chloe and Gwen in the saht, seeing hih their eyes He was nearly six and a half feet of powerful, gold-skinned Fae prince, his body sculpted of pureto his waist in a dark silky tangle Clad in those tattooed jeans, boots, an ivory sweater, and leather coat, gold torque glea at his neck, he dripped dark, otherworldly eroticisely beautiful, shadoith a few days’ dark stubble Ancient intelligence and barely banked sexual heat glittered in his exotic, dual-colored eyes The faint fragrance of jas to him see scent She wondered, not for the first tiave off that worked as an aphrodisiac on hu, breathing fantasy, exuding an irresistible coer He had a coonna-love-it kind of attitude that provoked a woman’s most primitive sexual drives Drew her even as she knew she should be running like hell in the opposite direction Drew her, in fact, in so like hell in the opposite direction

And now that she was seeing the looks on Gwen’s and Chloe’s faces, she wondered how she’das she had