Exton

I speak from the shadows, knowing the Wyldfae is already aware of my presence. "No, she will fear little. Maarteen says she is one of the Star's moons. It seems the prophecy crosses many paths. It is her father I worry about."

Grace turns to me, a puzzled expression on her face. "Lady Grace, Keon Blackthorn is a shapeshifter Sidhe, and a trained assassin. He has slipped once from the refrains of the Morrighan's Song, thanks to Star. Right now the Lord of the Hounds is deeply aching in a way no one can aid. With the loss of Cassie, he may do something rash."

"But he has a daughter..." The woman looks down the drive.

"Aye, he does. But he has her safely in the hands of the few people he trusts, and he knows the prophecy well, even if he chose not to believe."

I turn to Raina. "My cooza offers the use of Allah's Light upon your wound. Josi says it will not drain him like the intensive healing he did at the Fae camps. The flesh itself will heal, forming new healthy skin.  The pain will lessen, but you will need the antibiotics, as Allah's Light does not seem to work on infection. He says if you are interested, he is in the great room off the main entrance."

I bow and glide away to the sound of Grace's voice whispering to the others. "I thought she was the Lady of the House. Yet at times like this she seems to be more of a servant. Is it true she was one of Herne's Riders? What about the rumor she was a concubine?"

I smile to myself as I kiss my love's shrouded cheek, knowing I have been both. Still am to some degree. But now, now, I am my own person, and do things for my own pleasure.