off.
“If you do, you feel like you’ll never find your way back to the light again?” Taer asked, staring down at her hands in her lap. She was there … lost in the darkness.
“Yes,” Eir replied almost inaudibly. “Just like that. I never want to forget Kristy, but sometimes when I think about her for too long, I feel as if I’m falling down into a black pit of despair, and no matter how hard I fight, I fear that I’ll never really be able to pull myself free again.”
Taer shuddered, knowing exactly how that felt. She’d found herself in a dark place after Korvain told her what had happened to her brother. When she was alone with her thoughts, she found herself dwelling on the actions that had led to Adrian’s death. Maybe if she had faded straight away to remove herself from the situation when Adrian had told her to, none of this would have ever happened. But she’d taken a step towards Darrion to move around him, and he’d grabbed her arm, making her unable to fade.
Adrian had only been trying to protect her.
The rage she had seen in his green eyes had scared her, but not as much as being pinned to Darrion’s chest had scared her. She’d felt sick, trapped there, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her. Taer’s hand wrapped around her throat again in an attempt to shield herself from the memories.
“I think I’ll try and get some sleep,” Taer lied, her words drawing Eir’s blue eyes to her face. She began to get up, but Eir’s warm fingers wrapped gently around her forearm, stopping her.
“You know you can talk to me about Adrian.”
Taer shrugged. “There’s nothing to say,” she said, her voice hard and unyielding.
“Taer.” Eir’s tone was softly chiding.
“I’m fine!” Taer replied, turning away, her hands curling into tight fists.
“I’m just worried about you—Korvain is too. We just want you to be all right.”
Without turning around, Taer uttered the most untruthful words she’d ever said in her life. “I am all right.”
Before Eir could respond, Taer retreated back to the bedroom, put on some jeans, a high-collared jacket and her boots, then headed for the door of the apartment, sliding her Beretta into the waistband of her pants as she moved. Once she was outside, she leaned back against the door and squeezed the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh. There was no way she was going to be getting any more sleep tonight, so she might as well do something useful.
Taer breathed in the chilly night air and began walking. Her thoughts immediately turned to Darrion. Talking to Nieven had been a dead end, just like she knew it would be, and although putting a bullet between his eyes had made her feel better—like she was twisting the knife into Darrion’s carefully constructed guild—she was still without any solid leads.
Darrion was a narcissistic, tyrannical megalomaniac.
But he wouldn’t have been able to walk away from his guild so easily, which meant that he had to be close to Boston, at least.
Taer wrapped her arms around herself but kept her senses open. She was heading towards a bar where a lot of beings from the Nine Worlds spent their time. She needed information, and after getting nothing of worth from that cocksucker Nieven, she couldn’t think of any other place to go.
The War Hammer was run by a dwarf named Alistyre. From the outside, it was very much like Odin’s Eye—it simply didn’t look like much—but unlike Odin’s Eye, it wasn’t frequented by humans. The dwarves had a kind of magic that hid it from them in plain sight.
After stepping through the haze of magic, Taer pushed through the door. Despite the early hour, the place was packed. Every single set of eyes turned to her, looking at her dubiously. Raising her chin and pulling her shoulders back, Taer walked confidently towards the bar.
A Mare she’d never seen before stepped in front of her, bringing her to an abrupt stop. “Hey, honey,” he drawled, his accent giving
“If you do, you feel like you’ll never find your way back to the light again?” Taer asked, staring down at her hands in her lap. She was there … lost in the darkness.
“Yes,” Eir replied almost inaudibly. “Just like that. I never want to forget Kristy, but sometimes when I think about her for too long, I feel as if I’m falling down into a black pit of despair, and no matter how hard I fight, I fear that I’ll never really be able to pull myself free again.”
Taer shuddered, knowing exactly how that felt. She’d found herself in a dark place after Korvain told her what had happened to her brother. When she was alone with her thoughts, she found herself dwelling on the actions that had led to Adrian’s death. Maybe if she had faded straight away to remove herself from the situation when Adrian had told her to, none of this would have ever happened. But she’d taken a step towards Darrion to move around him, and he’d grabbed her arm, making her unable to fade.
Adrian had only been trying to protect her.
The rage she had seen in his green eyes had scared her, but not as much as being pinned to Darrion’s chest had scared her. She’d felt sick, trapped there, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her. Taer’s hand wrapped around her throat again in an attempt to shield herself from the memories.
“I think I’ll try and get some sleep,” Taer lied, her words drawing Eir’s blue eyes to her face. She began to get up, but Eir’s warm fingers wrapped gently around her forearm, stopping her.
“You know you can talk to me about Adrian.”
Taer shrugged. “There’s nothing to say,” she said, her voice hard and unyielding.
“Taer.” Eir’s tone was softly chiding.
“I’m fine!” Taer replied, turning away, her hands curling into tight fists.
“I’m just worried about you—Korvain is too. We just want you to be all right.”
Without turning around, Taer uttered the most untruthful words she’d ever said in her life. “I am all right.”
Before Eir could respond, Taer retreated back to the bedroom, put on some jeans, a high-collared jacket and her boots, then headed for the door of the apartment, sliding her Beretta into the waistband of her pants as she moved. Once she was outside, she leaned back against the door and squeezed the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh. There was no way she was going to be getting any more sleep tonight, so she might as well do something useful.
Taer breathed in the chilly night air and began walking. Her thoughts immediately turned to Darrion. Talking to Nieven had been a dead end, just like she knew it would be, and although putting a bullet between his eyes had made her feel better—like she was twisting the knife into Darrion’s carefully constructed guild—she was still without any solid leads.
Darrion was a narcissistic, tyrannical megalomaniac.
But he wouldn’t have been able to walk away from his guild so easily, which meant that he had to be close to Boston, at least.
Taer wrapped her arms around herself but kept her senses open. She was heading towards a bar where a lot of beings from the Nine Worlds spent their time. She needed information, and after getting nothing of worth from that cocksucker Nieven, she couldn’t think of any other place to go.
The War Hammer was run by a dwarf named Alistyre. From the outside, it was very much like Odin’s Eye—it simply didn’t look like much—but unlike Odin’s Eye, it wasn’t frequented by humans. The dwarves had a kind of magic that hid it from them in plain sight.
After stepping through the haze of magic, Taer pushed through the door. Despite the early hour, the place was packed. Every single set of eyes turned to her, looking at her dubiously. Raising her chin and pulling her shoulders back, Taer walked confidently towards the bar.
A Mare she’d never seen before stepped in front of her, bringing her to an abrupt stop. “Hey, honey,” he drawled, his accent giving
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