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“Maeve forced Diarmuid to release everyone from the glamour but your young lady friend. Understandably, your pack mates are quite upset about the current situation.” “I’m surprised they’re so calm,” I remarked. “Due to Samson’s influence, no doubt. He knows you’re the only chance he has of getting his daughter back.” He turned around to speak directly to me from the front seat. “The members of the Celtic pantheon in attendance will portal out at the first sign of trouble. If that happens, the Pack will most certainly turn on the fae out of frustration, forcing the Vampire Coven and Luther to
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It was bad enough seeing that walking, talking penile erection standing there with a smirk on his pretty-boy face. But what really had my blood boiling was that he’d brought Fallyn with him. She stood next to him in that same sundress she’d worn days before at the park. It was now soiled and rent in places, with food and dirt stains here and there marring the once colorful fabric. Her eyes were vacant, and a thin line of drool ran down her lip. Oh, Fallyn.
“Oh, she begged fer it, she did. Under my spell she was, as the love spot’s ne’er failed ol’ Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. I love ta’ hear ’em beg fer it, when their mouth says ‘yes’ but their eyes say ‘nay.’ I tell ya’, MacCumhaill, it’s like the first time, every time.” “Fucking low-life rapist!” I screamed as I lunged and thrust the spear at him.
“I am undone, by a feckin’ mortal,” he croaked. I grabbed Red Spear from the ground, using it to push myself to my feet. Stumbling toward Dermot, I turned the stumble into a lunging stab, driving the deadly spear through his left eye and out the back of his skull. The lights went out in the demigod’s eyes immediately. As for me, I collapsed on my side, thankfully facing the Celtic gods so I could offer them one final “fuck you.” “Resurrect him now, you son of a bitch,” I said, flipping Aenghus off in the distance.
Wincing, I looked down at my injuries. “Hey, what the fuck? How’d you heal those wounds? I thought when Red Spear killed you, it killed you for good.” Maeve’s eyes were taut. “I didn’t heal you, Colin. I merely cordoned off the injuries, so they only affect one-half of you. Your Fomorian half.” “Say what?” I said, fighting my way to a sitting position. Finnegas squeezed my shoulder. “Sssh. We’ll discuss this later. Right now, we have company.”
After I’d gotten my blood transfusion, and before Donn had left with Dermot’s corpse, I grabbed Red Spear and carefully stored it inside my Bag. I tried to apologize to the god for killing his son, but he waved my apology off, saying I’d done them both a favor. “Aenghus had kept my boy in thrall all these long years, reviving him only to poison his mind and send him on senseless errands. You’ve done us no ill here, young druid, so erase those regrets from your mind.”
The old man’s tone was sympathetic as he replied. “No one knows for sure what happened while she was alone with that monster, but Maeve’s healer said that she appeared to be unharmed. Meaning, he likely didn’t rape her—at least, not physically. Just in case, the healer wiped her recent memory, to save her from the shock of facing those memories when she wakes.” “She’s a ’thrope, Finn,” I said. “That mind-wipe won’t last.”
“The dark-haired, muscular lady who was watching with the rest of the Celtic gods? That was Nemain, one of the three Morrígna. She rarely concerns herself with the dealings of mortals these days, but in times past she was an enemy of Cú Chulainn. After witnessing your ríastrad, it’s likely that she’s gone to warn her sisters you’re a threat to the gods. And from what I’ve heard, Badb already has it in for you.” “Stop beating around the bush, Finnegas. Just spell it out for me.” “In a nutshell?” he said, taking a final puff off his cigarette before discarding it. “What happened here is just a
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“Right now, I see that blond asshole with the curly hair, stalking around invisible-like by the exit to the stadium. He’s carrying this crazy, evil-looking sword, and I swear that thing is talking to me.” “What is this sword saying?” Finnegas asked, suddenly very interested in what Larry had to say. “Gibberish,” Larry replied. “But everything it says has to do with blood, killing, and death.” “That would be Moralltach,” the old druid said. “Colin, get everyone out of here, now.” “Shit. Alright, gather ’round, people.
“I will take care of her, Samson. Do not worry.” “I know you will,” he said. The Alpha’s mate kissed him on the lips, and he returned that kiss, although they did not embrace. Once done, she stepped away. With a final nod to her mate, she instantly transformed into a huge wolf, easily as large as a small SUV. The giant wolf gently picked her daughter up in her mouth, then she trotted off into the night, leaving no trace of her passing.