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pleasure.”
    Her lips tilted into a smile. “You don’t stay in your god form as the others do. Why?”
    â€œBecause it’s what Deirdre wants. I’m very close tomy god taking control of me. If that happens, I’m hers.”
    Marcail’s hand cupped his cheek and her brow furrowed. “You take a grave chance by allowing your god loose.”
    â€œI owe it to my brothers.”
    â€œAnd to yourself?” she asked.
    He began to shake his head no when her thumb brushed his lips.
    â€œDon’t you dare tell me nay.” She sat up and put her face close to his. “You can beat whatever Deirdre tries to use to lure you or trap you. I’ve heard tales of you and your brothers my entire life, Quinn. You were the three who have outwitted her for hundreds of years.”
    Quinn closed his eyes against her words. He couldn’t move, not with her hand on him, but he didn’t want to hear her words. She didn’t know the true him, the person who had disgraced his brothers and put their plan in jeopardy.
    No one wanted to know that person—not even Quinn.
    â€œYou doona know what you’re saying,” Quinn finally said. “There are things about me you doona know.”
    â€œNo one is perfect, Quinn MacLeod. You need to realize that before it’s too late.”
    Before he could respond, she was gone. Her touch, her heat…vanished. Quinn felt bereft, as if he had been shown a glimpse of heaven for those few moments she was in his arms.
    But when he opened his eyes, he was still in Hell.
    He found Marcail at the water that collected in a hollowed-out stone. She drank her fill, then splashed the water on her face.
    Quinn wanted to go to her, but he had nothing tosay. He wasn’t about to tell her who he really was. She was one of the few people who saw him as he wanted to be.
    Odd that he had recognized that so quickly. Maybe it was because she claimed the MacLeods would save her, and he wanted to be the one who did it. For whatever reason, when she was near, she made him want to be the man he saw in her eyes.
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    Lucan MacLeod washed the blood from his tunic in the loch and draped the tunic over a tree limb to dry. For the third time in two days they had been attacked by wyrran.
    â€œThere will be more attacks,” Ramsey said.
    Lucan looked to the calm, reserved Warrior. Ramsey was the one who listened, formed his opinions, and then spoke. So, when he stated something, it was to everyone’s benefit to take notice.
    Fallon blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. “Of course there will be more. Deirdre knows we would come for Quinn. I’m not going to let my brother rot in her mountain to do with as she wants.”
    Lucan glanced from his brother to Larena. Fallon’s wife was the only female Warrior they knew of, and her power to become invisible was a huge asset they planned to use once they reached Deirdre’s mountain.
    Ever since Quinn had been taken, Lucan had worried for his younger brother. Quinn had always been rash, allowing his temper to rule him instead of listening to reason.
    The fury that rode Quinn was understandable. Lucan didn’t know how he would deal with losing Cara, much less a child along with her. It was one of the reasonsCara and Larena took a special brew that prevented them from becoming pregnant, just in case. There was no record of a Warrior getting a woman with child, but Lucan didn’t want to take any chances until Deirdre was dead.
    Quinn had every right to want his vengeance against Deirdre, but he hadn’t learned to control the rage. It was that anger that worried Lucan the most.
    â€œYou doona think he’ll survive, do you?” Galen asked him.
    Lucan had stopped wondering how Galen always knew what he was thinking. Galen said he could read people’s expressions and how they held their bodies, but Lucan was beginning to suspect it was much more than