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return with him, he would ease his offensive stance, and she could strike.
    “Very well, I will—”
    “Eione!” a male shouted from the direction of the castle. Agrius.
    They both whirled toward the thudding of hooves. Myron switched his target from her and aimed his dagger at the entrance to the woods.
    She lifted a brow and suppressed a laugh at how foolishly he’d left himself undefended. He’d soon learn—she was the huntress. He, the hunted.
    Deftly, Eione shifted her bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed it at Myron. “Not so fast,” she snapped.
    Myron twisted to her, his eyes widening, then narrowing into hard slits. “Shall we determine who possesses the faster arm?”
    Agrius crashed through the forest, skidding to a halt. “Eione,” he breathed. Her name on his lips resounded in her ears, and she knew.
    Many things about Agrius might be unfamiliar to her, but his soul was not.
    He was her destiny.
    Mine.
    To her left, she glimpsed him, her magnificent, wicked centaur, but dared not peel her aim off her brother. “Actually, Agrius is the fastest. Morphos. ”
    Hands flaring silver, she loosed the arrow at her brother just as the dagger struck the tree behind Agrius, embedding into the bark. In human form, he crouched beneath the blade.
    Her aim was better. Her arrow snagged in Myron’s shoulder, thrusting him to the ground.
    Agrius rushed to his side, transforming into a centaur and planting a hoof on Myron’s chest while Eione closed the distance.
    Her mate’s concerned stare skimmed over her, but she inclined her head. “I am well.” Myron screeched and spat at her as she tore a strip off his shirt, wrapping it around the arrow to secure his wound. “And he will live.”
    “I’m not so certain about that.” A tic pulsed in Agrius’s jaw. “He attempted to kill the son of Cheiron. My father would—”
    “No.” Eione shook her head. “He will be escorted to the border and his life will be traded for Abiron’s.”
    “Abiron?”
    She clenched her fists. “They know he helped us and they’ll hang him unless we deliver something they prize more than their bloodlust.”
    “Aye, you are right.” Agrius bent, placing greater pressure on Myron’s chest, and grated to the wheezing male, “Should you ever step foot on my lands again, I’ll slice one piece off your body each day for a year and feed you to my dogs.” Fury blazed in Myron’s glower, but Agrius seemed to ignore it, hauling her brother to his feet and escorting him to the guards.
    Eione followed, frowning as the guards dragged Myron away.
    Agrius strode to her and swept her into his embrace, crushing her against his chest. “My beautiful, brave Eione.”
    Unclenching her fists, she released a shuddering breath. She was glad Myron had accosted her in the woods. Now, she knew no other threats chased them. They’d trade his life for Abiron’s and all would be well.
    “Eione.” Agrius’s rich timbre sent shivers cascading beneath her skin. He swung her in his brawny arms, spinning her in a circle before placing her on her feet and claiming her mouth.
    Moaning contentedly, she drew back, smiling at him. “How was your meeting?”
    “Excellent.” He flashed her a devious grin. “We have my Father’s blessing and Oreius has the flask.”
    His father’s blessing. “Wonderful.” Joy tingled down to her toes, but halted at Agrius’s second revelation. “Will he use it?”
    He shrugged. “I know not, but the burden is relieved from my shoulders. We have done all we can for my brother.”
    “You’re a good man.” She brushed her fingers along his cheek.
    He entwined his fingers with hers. “My family has accepted you, and I crave nothing more than to claim you as my mate, but I must ask, and you must answer me truthfully, with no doubts in your heart.” Squeezing her hand, he perused her eyes, those depths so earnest and sincere. “Eione, will you bond with me and become my wife and mate?”
    Joy enclosed her heart and