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had whooshed past, even as another had leaped at him, he’d swung and the thing was dead.
    Morgan, though, was smoldering.
    At a guess, Kyriay the Fairy Queen had been playing guardian angel , Jacob thought with a smile.
    And Morgan was pissed because someone was watching over them.
    For himself, Jacob didn’t mind so much, it was good to know there was someone who watched their backs from above. Morgan was the pigheaded one. Not that Jacob wanted to get used to it, that could be a dangerous practice. It took away your edge.
    “Go to sleep, Jake,” Morgan said, with more force than intended, aware of Jacob’s eyes on him.
    Exhausted, Jacob nodded. It was Morgan’s business.
    Pacing, his gut churning, Morgan waved off the sentry as he walked beneath the cover of the trees and sent out the call….picturing Kyri. Lovely Kyriay of the golden hair. Calling her, specifically. After all, he knew all too well she was near. His anger spiked.
    It was far too easy to see her in his mind. Far too easy. His body tightened at the thought.
    Would she answer, though, or would another come? Could she know or sense how very angry he was?
    He heard the whisper of wings…and looked up as she appeared out of the night.
    “The answer to that would be yes,” a voice, light and musical, said softly, amused.
    Kyri dropped out of the darkness, her brilliant eyes watched him warily but with that characteristic Fairy air of curiosity and amusement. Her gossamer wings arched around her, framing her. Each time Morgan saw her, her ethereal beauty destroyed him. She seemed so delicate, impossible, perfect. She was so lovely, her curves sweet and rounded. The thin shift drifted over her skin, her body, leaving her shapely legs bare.
    It was too easy to remember blood on her.
    Her feet touched the earth and her chin lifted rebelliously even as his mouth tightened in response, her body straightening in reaction to his anger.
    Morgan wanted to grab her and shake her.
    Her aqua eyes narrowed, her lips curving a little, almost as if daring him to try.
    “Do not, Morgan,” Kyri warned.
    Kyri had watched over them all night, had seen the anger reflected in the tightness of Morgan’s shoulders.
    Let him be angry. She didn’t answer to him.
    “Stop reading my mind,” Morgan snapped.
    Her hands fisted on her hips, her expression tight and furious. “I’m not. I don’t have to, you’re shouting so loud in there.”
    Part of him couldn’t ignore how very beautiful she was when she was angry, her eyes turning a stormy blue green.
    “Someone has to shout,” he said, jaw tight with the urge not to do so literally, “to get you to listen. What the hell did you think you were doing? Do you have any idea what you were risking? You could’ve been killed.”
    Defiantly, she looked at him.
    “So could you. What? Are you the only one to take risks, my Lord High Marshal Morgan? Have you forgotten my folk have fought yours since time began? I’m well able to take care of myself. I did what needed to be done. We can’t lose you, Morgan. Oryan can’t lose you. Not so soon. However recklessly you spend yourself. I don’t need to remind you that Haerold sent men that night against me and mine as well, this isn’t just your war. It’s not just your people who fight here, who depend on you, but mine as well.”
    “You’re too important to risk like that,” Morgan exploded.
    “And you aren’t?” she shot back. “Who then will replace you, Morgan? Not me.”
    “We can’t lose you, Kyri,” he said.
    She was the only one who knew where both Oryan and Gawain were or would be. She had a magical tag to Gawain and her people were helping guard Oryan.
    When he was out in the field with his Marshals defending the people from Haerold’s forces and organizing the resistance, he was far too vulnerable to capture. What he didn’t know he couldn’t tell. So he could never know where Oryan was without the aid of Kyri and her people. More mobile with her wings,