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"You have?" Froirl had trouble leaving the house to attend the village school

She curled her lip "Yeah I have"

"Well, good luck"

"Thanks Are we done talking now?"

He pointed to her pint "Drink up It won’t bite"

"Unlike sohed "Well, that’s true, I suppose"

Brigid rolled her eyes again, and Carondered if there was so the annoying gesture

"So--"

"You really don’t have to do this"

"What?"

"Check up on me for theid calling him "Father" annoyed him Perhaps because she said it with such clear disdain He lowered his glass and leaned across the table "Look here, Brigid Connor Get rid of the attitude" He reached out and wrapped a hand around her tiny wrist, but softened it when he felt the flinch He rubbed one thumb over her knuckles "You and I both know that I couldI wanted if I usedto do a favor for Ioan and Deirdre and your Aunt Sinead, who I happen to like more than most humans So why don’t you--?"

He broke off when the door opened and a gust of wind blew in The cool air slid into the roo to his keen nose His eyes narrowed, and his grip on her wrist tightened slightly The fangs grew long in his an to pound

What the hell?

He brought her hand up to his nose and inhaled the sweet scent of her blood Thick, rich, hu distinctly cheirl out of the pub and down the street, finding a quiet alley to shove her into before he released her and began to pace

"What the hell?" he irl" He turned on her "What are you doing?"