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Brenna replied, her voice low. “He would never have told me if he wasn’t sure.” She looked away. “He knows what it would do to me if it turned out not to be her.”
    “And his contacts can’t get her?”
    “No,” Brenna said. “You’d have to offer huge sums of coin - more coin than Eryl has access to. Even then you couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t take your coin and simply disappear.” Brenna paused. “Or worse, get her and sell her to someone else. It could take years to find her again.”
    Kane looked away and nodded, once, and Brenna sagged in relief.
    “But we have to be smart,” Kane said. “And prepared. It will take some time to get organized and we have other tasks we must do.” He looked at her. “Can you manage the delay?”
    “I’ll have to,” Brenna said. She sighed - she knew he was right, but her heart broke a little all the same. What if they took too long, what if they were too late? What if her grandmother was sold … or died - before they could get there?
    “We’ll go south to Smithin,” Kane said. “We can catch a ship to Comack there. That’s where she is?”
    “Yes.” Brenna nodded. “In a mining town in the Godswall Mountains.”
    “All right,” Kane said, and she heard him sigh deeply. “We can at least spend a few days in Smithin.” Kane looked at her until she nodded. “It’s time you met the Aruntian Brotherhood, anyway.”
    “Thank you,” Brenna said. He would help her. She could hardly believe how relieved she was that he was willing to help her. Poor Kane, he’d just traveled across the country, now she was putting him right back on the road. But to find her grandmother, to meet her, to free her after all these years! Brenna watched Kane’s profile as he shook his head slowly.
    “A catalyst, that’s how I’ve thought of you from the first,” he said softly. “This news about your grandmother, coming right now, puts us on a different path. But it’s your path, your way forward that is the key.” Kane glanced over at her. “Otherwise why would you be the heir to the prophecy?”
     
    Kane woke to the sounds of soft snoring. He opened his eyes slowly, stretching his tired muscles as he looked up at the low roof. He rolled over and saw Brenna curled up on the mattress across from his, one hand tucked under her chin, the blanket clutched tight. Then she breathed out. Kane turned his face into the mattress, trying to smother his laughter.
    “What?” Brenna asked. She propped her head on one hand and glared at him. “You’re laughing.”
    “Yes, but I was much quieter than you,” Kane said, mirroring her position and propping up his own head on a hand. “You were snoring.”
    “I don’t snore.”
    She threw a pillow at him and he grabbed it and raised it over his head, out of her reach. “In that case, you should see a healer about your breathing problems.”
    She got up, crouching under the low ceiling and launched herself at him.
    “Oof.” She landed on top of him, the pillow between them.
    “I am a healer, and I’ll give you breathing problems.” Brenna rolled off him and onto his mattress, beside the wall.
    Kane rolled after her, the pillow still between them as he pinned her up against the white- washed wall. His face was inches from hers and he couldn’t stop staring at her mouth. She was right, she was giving him breathing problems, he thought as his breathing became shallow and his heart beat faster.
    “Admit it, you snore,” Kane said as he dragged his gaze from her mouth to her eyes. It was a mistake. She’d stopped laughing and was looking at him intensely, her brown and green eyes burning into him. Kane heard her ragged breathing as she slowly inched her lips towards his. Her breath was warm on his cheek as her lips met his, hot and wet and soft, so soft. Kane groaned and buried one hand in her hair, sinking into her, into the smell, the feel, the taste of Brenna. He shouldn’t be doing this, kissing her, it would