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patient, my boy, more patient than you deserve. I am done with that.” The last words were ground out, as if between stones, as the man gestured to the door. “Come along, my son.”
    Like glass shattering, Aidan’s relaxed demeanor imploded. “I. Am. Not. Your. Son!”
    She expected him to rush the man in the doorway, who braced himself with a black smile as if he expected the same.
    Instead, Heather’s world went upside down as Aidan spun around smoothly and threw her over his shoulder. He leapt toward the window with a surge of impossible power that carried them not only through the glass, which exploded around them, but also through brick, mortar and siding.
    The noise was terrific, grinding—like front-row seats to a demolition derby. The dust and debris billowed around her, a dull grey-brown cloud that sparkled here and there with bits of glass that stung her arms.
    Heather inhaled a lungful of the plaster-heavy air and choked as her stomach swooped against Aidan’s shoulder. They were in freefall, weightless…and someone was screaming.
    It wouldn't be until later that she'd realize that had been her.
    She braced for a crash into the earth.
    Instead, Aidan landed lightly in a crouch, her face near the heel of his boots, boots gone white with dust. She could see the dew-beaded grass, smell the greenness of it and see the droplets glittering on the thin blades. Everything seemed to be moving ever so slowly, but in crystal clear hi-def.
    Aidan surged to his feet and real time kicked back in with a vengeance.
    Black shadows streaked at them from the entryway of the B&B. Aidan moved faster. In seconds, they were deep in the woods. She could hear sounds behind them; snarls, odd yips and snorts, mixed with oaths in both Gaelic, English and something that might have been French. All that faded in a rush of night air and flickering moonlight as Aidan ran.
    And ran.
    She didn’t think he was ever going to stop, but finally he did. Emerging from the woods at last, he stared up at a great, hulking lump of rock. Twisting her torso round in a way that would've made her yoga instructor proud, Heather could see the moon shining on a bald expanse of stone far above. Aidan looked down at her movement and met her eyes. His were no longer doing the eerie incandescent deal, but they were hard as diamonds glittering at her.
    “You can let me go now…don’t you think?” Heather's voice was tentative. She felt way off balance—ha, ha—in more ways than one. She didn’t understand what she’d seen and heard and wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Heather doubted her 'wants' were going to have much bearing in the matter.
    Whoever…. whatever that man had been in her room, she knew he wasn’t done with Aidan yet. Of course, none of that had anything to do with her.
    As someone who wasn’t often wrong, Heather decided later that, all things considered, she could be forgiven for just how amazingly, brilliantly wrong she would be about that.
    Aidan placed her back on her feet without a word. He cursed impatiently when she had to hang on to him because her trembling legs wouldn't hold her weight.
    “Leave off, I’ve gotta think!” Roughly, he picked her up and set her against a nearby tree with a warning look. "And donna talk fer a fair bit. We've no' time for explanations jus' now."
    She grabbed the side of the tree to avoid falling in the brambles as he stalked away.
    Heather figured Aidan was as badly shaken as she was, but where she was weak with fear and confusion, he was furious with it. The air about him positively vibrated as he paced, muttering to himself.
    “Bad idea. Right fucking bad idea. Shouldna have come here. Damme. Ronan will no’ thank me for bringing this shite to his doorstep—“
    “Aye, tha' he will nae, brother. O' course, I knew something were coming already. Yer just bonus shite.”
    Heather couldn’t help the short scream that escaped her as a huge chunk of night seemed to detach itself from the