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that.
    â€œIt’s the truth I’m concerned,” Lucan admitted.
    Galen raised a dark blond brow. He was still in Warrior form, his dark green skin cloaking him in the forest. Galen flexed the claws of his right hand and gazed at the ground. “Quinn is burdened by the deaths of his wife and son, as you know. But there is more.”
    â€œI know.” Lucan ran a hand down his face and lowered himself to a fallen log. He longed to dive into the cool waters of the loch, but there wasn’t time for small enjoyments such as that. “Fallon told me all that Quinn had admitted to him about his relationship with Elspeth.”
    Lucan had thought Quinn and Elspeth had loved each other. True, it wasn’t the love like their parents, but Lucan had thought his brother was happy. None of them had known just how wretched Quinn had been.
    â€œDo you think Quinn is lost to us?” Lucan askedGalen. The question lodged in his throat, but it was one he asked himself every hour of every day.
    In a blink Galen’s dark green skin, claws, and fangs vanished. He looked at Lucan with knowing blue eyes and shrugged. “We willna know that until we arrive. There is one thing you can never doubt, Lucan.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œYou and Fallon are all Quinn has in this world. The bond that holds the three of you together is stronger than all of Deirdre’s magic.”
    Lucan thought over his words as Galen walked away. Lucan’s gaze shifted to the other six who traveled with him. There was Fallon who had finally taken his place as leader, and his wife Larena. Then there was Galen, Ramsey, Logan who kept them all laughing with his jests, and Hayden who had a hatred for drough that consumed him.
    Quinn’s life rested on the fate of seven Warriors who were coming to free him.
    â€œI wish we could get there sooner as well,” Fallon said as he walked up.
    Lucan had been angry at first that Fallon couldn’t use his power to jump them from the castle to Cairn Toul Mountain in a blink. It had been too many years since any of them had been to the mountain, and if Fallon jumped and landed them in the middle of a rock, they would all be dead. They had to be safe, and that meant traveling on foot.
    â€œWe’ll get there,” Lucan answered. “We run faster than horses and can maneuver quickly if need be.”
    Fallon nodded, but Lucan saw the weariness on his brother’s face.
    â€œGalen told me something I hadn’t considered.”
    Fallon chuckled and pushed his long dark brown hair away from his face. “I’m not surprised. Tell me.”
    â€œHe said that the bond between us brothers is stronger than any of Deirdre’s magic.”
    â€œDo you think he’s right?”
    Lucan considered it a moment and nodded. “Aye, brother, I do. Quinn might be many things, but he will fight against Deirdre.”
    â€œA man can only last so long in her mountain, Lucan.”
    â€œThen we best hurry.”
    Fallon jumped to his feet, his brow furrowed. It was a look Lucan knew well. His brother’s mind was spinning with a plan.
    â€œLet’s split up,” Fallon said. “The wyrran can only attack one group at a time.”
    â€œAnd the other?”
    Fallon smiled, the gleam of battle shining in his dark green eyes. “The other forges ahead.”
    Lucan clapped his brother on the back. “Let’s get moving then. Quinn has waited long enough for us.” He grabbed his still-damp tunic and pulled it over his head.
    With a nod to Fallon, Lucan motioned for Hayden, Logan, and Galen to come to him and continued on the path. Fallon took Larena and Ramsey by a different route to Deirdre’s mountain.

Seven
    Marcail found herself watching Quinn as her mind turned from the chanting and music she had sworn she heard yet again. Every time Quinn walked about the cave or spoke to his men, her gaze tracked him. His movements were fluid