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making the room shake.
“So that is it, eh?” Gideon conjured another ball of power and threw it at Tristan. It hit him square in the chest, but did no damage.
None of them could hurt another. It was the way of the Brehon.
“Your aim sucks,” Gideon jeered as Tristan lobbed another energy ball at the wizard.
This one did not hit Gideon, but crashed into a glass pitcher filled with ice water. Water splashed over Gideon, soaking his red tunic and his face. Sputtering, he glared at Tristan.
“Chill out,” Tristan shot back. “Have you not learned anything in fifteen hundred years?”
“You’re a fucking waste of breath.”
“Out of millions of sperm, you were the fastest?” He flung an energy ball at Gideon again, his temper sailing out of control because deep down, he knew Gideon was right.
Nikita could not be his, permanently, unless she drank the potion. And the price she’d have to pay for becoming immortal might be too much for her and she would return to Earth. He would have to give her up, for the only other way he could remain with her in Tir Na-nog permanently would be if she died. And he could not bear that sorrow again.
The bedroom door opened and the love of his life rushed out, clad in a bathrobe.
“Stop it,” she cried out. “Stop fighting!”
Nikita flung a glowing white sphere at the energy balls. The sphere engulfed them and made the silver and crimson balls vanish. The sphere gently floated in the air, glittering like a Fourth of July sparkler. And then it burst like a balloon. Dozens of white and purple lilies floated in the air, then dropped to the carpet.
Tristan and Gideon exchanged glances. He softened his voice as he spoke to Nikita.
“My sweet, do not fear. We do this type of fighting from time to time. We cannot hurt each other. It is harmless.”
She sighed, seemingly with relief. But Gideon was not relieved. He stared at her.
“She has your powers. Son of a bastard elf, Tristan, she has our powers!” Gideon wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his tunic.
He gave a humorless smile. “Our powers, turned to flowers.”
Outside the storm quieted, now that they no longer fought.
Staring at his Nikita, he felt a sense of awed wonder he had not experienced since becoming the Silver Wizard. He and Gideon fought with energy balls often in Tir Na-nog. It relieved boredom and there was no harm in it, since they could not physically damage the other. The goddess Danu had ensured no one wizard could rise in power above the others.
But none of them could vanquish the other’s power, either. Nikita stared at the lilies on the carpet. They slowly faded, and Tristan’s gut churned. Her power had not lasted. A grim reminder that what lay inside her could not last, either, and when that happened…
He must get her out of here.
Tristan bowed his head at Gideon. “ Gabhmoleithsceal, my friend,” he said in the formal words of the Brehon.
“ Gabhmoleithsceal , my friend.” Gideon apologized and bowed as well.
“I shall take care of clean-up,” Tristan offered.
The Crimson Wizard nodded at Nikita. “My lady.” He jerked a thumb toward the balcony. “Tristan, a moment alone.”
A balmy ocean breeze lifted the strands of his long hair, making the silver glint in the sunshine. Tristan braced his hands on the railing. “What is it?”
“Crown Prince Alexander of Clan Drakon, one of your dragon shifters, was pulled into the Shadow Lands by his great-grandfather, Drust, when the prince was about to take on four red dragons he believes assaulted Emma, Alexander’s friend. How the hell could Drust pull him into the afterworld?”
“When Sebastian was serving me he exchanged blood with Alexander in an oath of loyalty. Sebastian’s blood contained the magick I instilled in him to allow him to travel back and forth between this world and the afterworld.”
“And with the blood exchange Prince Alexander could also travel back and forth between this world and the
“So that is it, eh?” Gideon conjured another ball of power and threw it at Tristan. It hit him square in the chest, but did no damage.
None of them could hurt another. It was the way of the Brehon.
“Your aim sucks,” Gideon jeered as Tristan lobbed another energy ball at the wizard.
This one did not hit Gideon, but crashed into a glass pitcher filled with ice water. Water splashed over Gideon, soaking his red tunic and his face. Sputtering, he glared at Tristan.
“Chill out,” Tristan shot back. “Have you not learned anything in fifteen hundred years?”
“You’re a fucking waste of breath.”
“Out of millions of sperm, you were the fastest?” He flung an energy ball at Gideon again, his temper sailing out of control because deep down, he knew Gideon was right.
Nikita could not be his, permanently, unless she drank the potion. And the price she’d have to pay for becoming immortal might be too much for her and she would return to Earth. He would have to give her up, for the only other way he could remain with her in Tir Na-nog permanently would be if she died. And he could not bear that sorrow again.
The bedroom door opened and the love of his life rushed out, clad in a bathrobe.
“Stop it,” she cried out. “Stop fighting!”
Nikita flung a glowing white sphere at the energy balls. The sphere engulfed them and made the silver and crimson balls vanish. The sphere gently floated in the air, glittering like a Fourth of July sparkler. And then it burst like a balloon. Dozens of white and purple lilies floated in the air, then dropped to the carpet.
Tristan and Gideon exchanged glances. He softened his voice as he spoke to Nikita.
“My sweet, do not fear. We do this type of fighting from time to time. We cannot hurt each other. It is harmless.”
She sighed, seemingly with relief. But Gideon was not relieved. He stared at her.
“She has your powers. Son of a bastard elf, Tristan, she has our powers!” Gideon wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his tunic.
He gave a humorless smile. “Our powers, turned to flowers.”
Outside the storm quieted, now that they no longer fought.
Staring at his Nikita, he felt a sense of awed wonder he had not experienced since becoming the Silver Wizard. He and Gideon fought with energy balls often in Tir Na-nog. It relieved boredom and there was no harm in it, since they could not physically damage the other. The goddess Danu had ensured no one wizard could rise in power above the others.
But none of them could vanquish the other’s power, either. Nikita stared at the lilies on the carpet. They slowly faded, and Tristan’s gut churned. Her power had not lasted. A grim reminder that what lay inside her could not last, either, and when that happened…
He must get her out of here.
Tristan bowed his head at Gideon. “ Gabhmoleithsceal, my friend,” he said in the formal words of the Brehon.
“ Gabhmoleithsceal , my friend.” Gideon apologized and bowed as well.
“I shall take care of clean-up,” Tristan offered.
The Crimson Wizard nodded at Nikita. “My lady.” He jerked a thumb toward the balcony. “Tristan, a moment alone.”
A balmy ocean breeze lifted the strands of his long hair, making the silver glint in the sunshine. Tristan braced his hands on the railing. “What is it?”
“Crown Prince Alexander of Clan Drakon, one of your dragon shifters, was pulled into the Shadow Lands by his great-grandfather, Drust, when the prince was about to take on four red dragons he believes assaulted Emma, Alexander’s friend. How the hell could Drust pull him into the afterworld?”
“When Sebastian was serving me he exchanged blood with Alexander in an oath of loyalty. Sebastian’s blood contained the magick I instilled in him to allow him to travel back and forth between this world and the afterworld.”
“And with the blood exchange Prince Alexander could also travel back and forth between this world and the
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