The Morrigan tried to wake me up gently this time, but she still managed to startle me into a waking nightmare. “Gah! Please tell me you’re not horny,” I begged, clutching the sheets and trying to hide behind a pillow. “No,” she replied, smirking, even though she was sitting naked on the edge of my bed, raven hair falling on alabaster skin. “I have returned with the amulets.” Four black droplets of cold iron shifted with the percussive clack of rocks in the palm of her hand. “Goibhniu was quick.” “Ah, that’s great.” I lowered the pillow and sighed in relief. “Very good. Because I don’t think I
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