Chapter 26
As they fought the Unseelie abominations, Sean and Serena were consumed by fierce emotions and even darker passions. They were overwhelmed by these feelings as their minds began to devolve, descending deep below human sentience into their primitive limpic brain. Mindless bloodlust raged; the need to slash, hack and destroy the Unseelie monsters and stop the ongoing slaughter of innocent humans was a red haze in their animal minds. Even stronger, the need to protect their own loved ones raged. It was was not a conscious thought; it was primal instinct as strong as the instinct for survival.
The violent emotions triggered a biological gestalt wave that transformed them both on a genetic level. Their double helix of human DNA began to morph; it changed and shrank. Fae genes, that had been mixed in with human genes, lifted from both strands and created a third helix. The third helix grew and became more pronounced as it wound itself in and around the other two. Recessive Fae genes became dominant; dominant Fae genes became even more so.
Sean and Serena would always be partially human, but at this moment, they both seemed far more Fae than human. Their faces, skin, eyes and hair glowed with the iridescence of a full Fae. As they inhaled in and out, magic infused every breath. Their bodies, which were already powerful by human standards, were even stronger, faster, and more magical than before. They fought beside their grandfather and uncle in perfect precision, but as one Unseelie went down, two or three more came through the portal.
Leni's Fae protection shield was weakening even more as five naked Unseelie males who looked almost like dark Fae upper caste males chanted in unison trying to bring the barrier down completely. The males were huge and well muscled. Their broad chests, slim waists, perfect hips and ripped abs would have put most human males to shame. Their muscled arms, torsos and legs glowed under golden skin. From the neck on down, they were perfect, but their heads were smaller than normal.
They moved with inhuman grace. Silky, raven black hair flowed down below their shoulders. In the front, their hair almost covered large black eyes framed with long, curly lashes. Their eyes were chilling though because they had no irises. Their greedy mouths were open in what could only be called a semblance of a human smile. Sensuous full lips covered rows of shark-like teeth.
Huge, fully erect phalluses gave no doubt that they were sexually aroused. It also gave no doubt as to their intent: these abominations wanted to rape and then torture the females inside the protection shield before killing them. That thought made Leni want to puke. She could see the same reaction in the other women. Melanie understood these beings meant them harm, but her childish mind could not comprehend the extent of the danger they faced. Monika thanked God for that.
Leni, Bridget, Monika, and Megan were horrified beyond belief by the sight and sounds of so many innocent human women and children being ruthlessly massacred by the Unseelie monsters. Melanie whimpered in fright as screams were often snuffed in mid cry, but something deep within her made her understand the need to be quiet. The pain and torment the humans suffered as they were either slashed, clawed and fed upon, or as their bodily fluids, their energy and their very lives were sucked dry, was like a living thing.
All of human descendants had empathic abilities, to a certain extent, but Leni's was the strongest. As the humans suffered and died, they projected emotions so violent and strong that they pushed beyond any mental barriers that she could raise. She screamed in agony as she felt their pain and terror. As she watched the humans die, terror changed to fury; fury changed to rage, and raged morphed into bloodlust. Violent emotions called out to the most savage part of her nature. An elemental need to destroy the beings that slaughtered these innocent women and children slammed through her.
The sound of her cousins crying out in their own horror caught Leni's attention. Bridget, Monika and Megan were broadcasting their thoughts and emotions loudly. They all felt the same thing she did: a primitive need to kill Unseelie. Even little Melanie was affected by the dark passions. Inside the circle of Megan's protective arms, Mellie's eyes were wild with fear, hatred and bloodlust. Bridget reached out her hand and touched the little girl's forehead as she chanted strange words. Melanie fell into an instantaneous sleep. The women stared at Bridget with unspoken questions.
"I placed a spell on her to make her forget this, but I don't actually know how I did it. The words just came out by themselves." Bridget whispered as she stared at Monika. "She is so frightened, and I don't want her to be traumatized this. She is too young to see such things. When this is over, I hope she won't remember what happened here."
"Whatever you did, Bridget, I am grateful. No child should witness this horror." Monika quietly answered her back.
Five more Unseelie monsters had joined the others to try and break through the invisible protection shield generated by Bridget and Leni's Fae cuffs. All ten of them screamed their hatred and hunger for the women with long chiming inhuman cries. The sound was horrible; it hit with the force of a laser and caused the women's ears to bleed. As one, the women gasped from the sheer force of the sound. Suddenly, the need to kill Unseelie swamped them all again, but as strong as that need was, an even deeper need to protect the lives growing within their wombs surfaced.
Leni knew the moment that the women decided what to do. Without words, they formed an outward facing circle around Mellie and joined hands. The moment, they touched, the wind built up and began to shriek. They could feel a wave of magic power as it flowed around and around through their bodies, growing in strength with each circuit. Their faces took on an alien Fae cast. They were surrounded by a eerie golden light that flashed iridescent colors of a rainbow. The light crackled and sparked with Fae energy. Without understanding why, Leni, Bridget, Monika and Megan began to chant in an ancient Fae language that none of them had ever heard before, but somehow understood and could speak perfectly now.
The ten Unseelie males, caught up by the sound and the sight of the four women, stumbled and stilled their chiming for a second. That proved to be their undoing as Danal, Fallon, Sean and Serena cut them down. As they battled the monsters, Danal and Fallon's hearts were filled with pride as they recognized the First Fae language being chanted by their human descendants; they had both spoken it at one time. The chant was a powerful magic Fae spell even older than the Unseelie monsters they fought. As they chanted inside the protection shield, Leni, Bridget, Monika and Megan began to change. Like Sean and Serena before them, they were still human, but their. Fae genes became dominant.
The wind shrieked even louder and swirled around the park with the fury of a tornado. Lightening struck trees turning them into smoldering ruins. Danal, Fallon, Sean and Serena were savage as they fought to protect the pregnant women and the child in the circle. All four of them moved with Fae speed as they battled their opponent. They gave no quarter and showed no mercy as they hacked and slashed the Unseelie to death.
Just when Danal and his family thought they would be victorious, more Unseelie flowed through the open portal, attracted by the sounds and smells of battle. Not to be deterred, Leni brought the Fae shield down. Laser beams of pure Fae energy crackled from four pair of outstretched hands and surged over and through the ten Unseelie high caste males causing them unbearable pain. Their seared bodies began to bubble and hiss. They screamed in anguish as chunks of sizzling flesh fell away from their bodies. After a few seconds, they were all dead; their remains still smoldered as the women turned their new found magic power on other Unseelie.
Attempting to shift away, other monsters bounced back into the waiting swords of Danal, Fallon, Sean and Serena, yet the small defending force was losing the battle when mighty baying roars stilled the Unseelie for a moment. The sound was bestial; it was inhuman; it was one that the Unseelie had hoped to never hear again. They panicked in their attempt to get away, but they were stopped by a Draghar force field.
It was a scene of pure horror that the nine fully armed Draghar warriors encountered as they poured over the bridge and through the entrance to the private park. The ground was littered with the bodies of dead or dying monsters along with the humans these things had killed. Leni, Bridget, Monika and Megan surrounded a sleeping little girl as they fought Unseelie. They did not fight with swords, but they fought like warriors none the less. Laser like beams of light shot from the women's outstretched hands searing Unseelie flesh, burning them until they sizzled. The women yelled their own war cries as the monsters died screaming in agony.
A small band of fighters outside the perimeter roared their war cries as they used Fae swords to hack and slash their way through the growing number of nightmarish monsters. For a second, they watched in astonishment as Sean, Serena, Danal and another full blood Fae male risked their own lives and killed Fae to protect their Draghar mates. Tegan knew immediately who the strange Fae prince was.
"That's Fallon, one of Prince Danal's sons," he said to the surprise of the other males as their own weapons appeared out of nowhere. The Draghar knew that guns would not kill these swords, spears and knives infused with Draghar magic could bring them down.
Lor heard nothing. All he could see was his woman, Serena, fighting with a huge multi-armed Unseelie monster with shark like fangs and long talons. He rushed to her side and pushed her behind him. With a broad swipe of a heavy Draghar sword, he cut the creature in two. There was a look of surprise on the hideous face of monster; he had already slashed huge gashes in Serena's neck and shoulder and was about to deal her a death blow when Lor killed him instead. Serena was in her own world as she flew at another monster. She didn't hear Lor as he cried out her name.
The other eight warriors spread out and enjoined the battle as quickly as Lor. Terrible memories of the slaughter of their human wives and children seared through all their minds and loosened primal passions older than the human race had existed on this planet. The air was redolent with Draghar battle pheromones as the mated warriors surrounded the women and fought to protect their mates.
The other warriors spread out through the park killing Unseelie without mercy wherever they found them. The need to protect the women carrying half Draghar babies in their wombs was just as strong in the unmated Draghar warriors. They bayed chilling roars as they cut down the monsters. All nine warriors had only one thought: two thousand years ago, they had arrived too late to save their wives and children. Now fate had given them another chance, and this time the outcome would be different.
Zigor roared a powerful incantation, and the portal closed trapping several abominations in inter-dimennsional space; their death screams were music to the Draghar ears. With the portal closed, Zigor and Tygir came at the Unseelie from behind driving them toward Fade and Angus. Soon there were only a few monsters left, and they were caught between an outer perimeter of Danal, Fallon, Zigor, Tygir, Fade, and an inner perimeter of Ryodan, Tegan, Tegner, Kasteo, Lor and Serena.
As they fought, Lor tried to push Serena behind him again, "I fight for you," he snarled, but the savage look on the little blonde's face let him know she was having none of that. To add to it, the heat of battle had stirred her sexual lust for him. Lor could smell her sex pheromones strongly in the air; they triggered his own pheromones and he began to cast to her. Lor was proud of Serena. In a split second, the uncertainty of the last two weeks disappeared. Lor recognized that Serena was his; his true soulmate, and he loved her. Everything else was just bullshit.
As she brought another monster down, Serena grinned a fierce, proud smile at Lor. Lust and love for him blazed in her eyes. She was ready for him; he knew it in the marrow of his bones. He understood, really understood for the first time since he met Serena, that this young female was his and she felt the same as he. He smiled broadly back; his grin held a promise. Tonight they would finally mate; she would be his.
In moments, silence enveloped the park. The Unseelie were all dead; the battle was over. The Fae males, including Sean and the Draghar warriors stood silently exulting in their victory. Leni, Bridget, Monika and Megan were filled with joy at the sight of their mates. The women moved into the protection of their mates and shuddered as the intense emotions, that had overcome them only minutes before, faded and died.
Only Serena had not moved to her man. Lor turned to the little blonde to see her falter and go down. Her face, body and arms were covered in blood. She had gotten separated from him at the last moment, and one of the monsters had finally gotten to her. She had been wounded, but her wounds were not serious until the last Unseelie had slashed her deeply with his talons before being killed by Lor. The carotid artery in Serena's neck had been severed, and blood was pumping out of her throat.
"Serena, no! "No, it can't happen again. I can't lose you too." Lor uttered a strangled cry of anguish as he moved to her side.
Kneeling down beside her, his big hand automatically moved to stem the blood flowing from her carotid artery. She had other serious wounds, but this one was the worst. He scooped her up in his arms and held her to close to his breast with one hand on her neck holding the artery together. His huge body shook with rage and a growing sense of grief as he felt and heard her heartbeat slowing. Her skin was growing white and cool. Her heartbeat was growing thready and irregular, but she was still breathing.
Shifting quickly to kneel beside his granddaughter and the ancient Draghar warrior. Danal spoke softly, "There's still time to save her, but she must drink this now before it is too late. Let me help my granddaughter." A small glass vial suddenly appeared in Danal's hand as he reached for Serena.
Lor snarled at him and turned aside moving Serena with him. In his mental state, he either didn't hear the Fae prince or did not comprehend Danal's words. He only knew that another male was trying to take his dying mate away from him.
"No one will take her from me. I won't let anyone take her from me," Lor growled. Sorrow overwhelmed him; he wanted to hold Serena until she drew her last breath. Tears ran down his face as he cried openly for the dying girl in his arms. Serena's flesh was white as snow and growing cooler by the minute. Her skin felt icy; her lips were blue. Lor could barely hear her heart beat. The thought that he was losing this perfect little woman,before he ever got a chance to tell her how much he loved her was killing him. He bayed out his pain and grief.
The others gathered around Danal, Lor and Serena. Leni, Bridget, Monika, Megan and Melanie who had awoken were sobbing loudly. Sean was white faced with worry. Even Fallon, the strange new Fae with the dark hair and green eyes, looked grief stricken. As a doctor, Megan knelt to help, but Kasteo drew her to his side.
"Danal must do this, Megan. Only he can save her now," the warrior said quietly; his own voice was laden with emotion. Kasteo could feel his soulmate's sorrow for her new found cousin. "Serena will be all right, love. Danal is going to give her the elixir of life. We spoke about it this morning, remember?" he said as he pulled her face into his chest to comfort her.
"Lor, listen to me. You must let Danal help your woman. Keep your hand on her throat, but you must let Danal give her the elixir, Lor. It is the only thing that can save Serena now." Jericho Zigor Barrons said softly. Lor only stared blankly into space and rocked back and forth as he held on to Serena.
Afraid to touch the other warrior, lest he trigger a killing frenzy, Barrons spoke the words again, only louder and more firmly. The sound of his leader's voice finally broke through the virtual wall of grief that engulfed the ancient warrior. Lor looked blankly at Danal for a second. Comprehension, then hope shown in his black eyes. He nodded his agreement. Supporting her head and neck with one arm and still holding her carotid together with the other hand, Lor reluctantly moved to allow the old Fae prince access to his granddaughter, Serena.
Danal bent close to his Serena. He uncapped the vial and carefully poured the contents into her mouth, closed her lips, and pinched her nostrils together. Fortunately, the slash to her carotid artery was not deep enough to pierce her esophagus and the liquid went down after she attempted to take a breath. Danal quickly released her nostrils, and Serena gasped as she drew in a large breath. She sputtered and choked, but all of the elixir went down and stayed down. The elixir began to take effect immediately.
With his hand still holding her carotid together for what seemed like forever, Lor sensed Serena's lifeforce getting stronger. The flesh in her neck began to thrum with life, as first the artery, and then the muscles and the flesh around it, began to knit together. Blood stopped pouring out of her neck and the other wounds in her face, torso and arms. Flesh that had been white and cool only moments before began to pink and warmed as blood began to flow. Her lips were no longer blue. Her heart beat got stronger with each breath. Within five minutes, Serena fought her way back to consciousness. She screamed as her body burned with a strange pain.
The relief on Lor's face was palpable. He lifted his hand from Serena's throat and grabbed Danal's hand. "I owe you a debt that I can never repay, Prince Danal," he said in a broken voice.
"I didn't do it for you. I did it for my granddaughter. I tried to give her the elixir two weeks ago, but she refused. She is stubborn, that one. I regret that she almost had to die before I could give the elixir to her. It will do its job; she will survive and live a long, long time. My granddaughter chose you; although why she would is a mystery to me. She loves you. She is yours to protect now. Take good care of her." Danal said simply.
He stood up. He moved toward Monika and Megan. "Please take elixir before something like this happens to you," he begged. "I may not always be able to get here in time to save you. Tell them, Draghar. Make them understand, please."
Tegner and Kasteo had told them of the elixir only that morning. Neither women were sure they wanted to be nearly immortal. They decided to wait for a while and see what happened with Leni and Bridget before making a decision to take the life extending liquid. After witnessing Serena's close brush with death and Lor's grief, they both knew they did not want to cause their mates that kind of pain. They both nodded. Tegner and Kasteo smiled with relief; they would never force their women to take the elixir, but they were elated that they agreed to do so.
Danal produced two more vials, and both women drank. The others watched as Monika and Megan drank the potion that would grant them extended life. Everyone was silent as if a holy ceremony was taking place. Leni cried softly with relief as Ryodan held her close. In the warmth of his embrace, she felt safe and secure. She was so grateful that the battle was over; she had no idea what the Fae and the Draghar would do about the Unseelie bodies and the human remains, but she was so tired, she just could not think about that now.
Leni knew that her wedding to Ryodan would have to be postponed at least a week so that Serena could fully heal. She smiled to herself as she watched Lor hold her cousin close and whisper to her. The giant warrior looked so helpless with her petite cousin. Monika and Megan also needed a few days to get through the worst of the fever and illness that the elixir inevitably caused. Tegner and Kasteo looked worried; they wanted to take their mates home. Leni started to ask Ryodan to take her home when Bridget's startled cry stopped her.
"Oh God! I think my water just broke," Bridget said. The tall, elegant blond had an amazed look on her face as she stared down at the liquid that had gushed out of her a moment before. It pooled on the ground and on her shoes. The insides of her thighs were wet from her crotch to ankles; the fluid had darkened the navy wool slacks.
Bridget gasped as a strong contraction swept through her. She had been having labor pains since early that morning, but dismissed them as false labor. The pains had been relatively light and inconsistent. Dr. O'Malley had advised her that it was normal for women to undergo false labor several times during their first pregnancy. Both Megan and Leni said the same thing, so Bridget simply ignored the pains. For almost three hours she felt nothing until five minutes ago when a severe contraction hit. Two more strong contractions followed; the pressure on her back and stomach was getting strong now. She really, really wanted to push.
"This is it, Te. I guess all the excitement got to me. Your son's in a hurry to be born, and I don't know if we have time to make it to the hospital," Bridget laughed giddily as she spoke softly to her husband. She leaned against him; only Tegan's arms kept her from falling.
"I'm in labor, Leni. Can you believe it?" she cried louder. Danal, Sean and Leni moved to her side. Megan moved to help, but the elixir was already taking effect. Her body burned as the potion began to make permanent changes to her body. It was clear that Monika felt the same way. Leni stepped forward, but Ryodan held her back. He knew from their bond that she was still shaky and exhausted from the effects of the battle; he was worried about her own pregnancy.
It's okay, Bridey," Danal said softly using his granddaughter's childhood nickname. "I am here. I will help you deliver your son."
"I will help too, Bridey," Sean stated.
Danal and Fallon both waved their hands, and everyone seemed to be transported to a large clean room with a bed in the center of it. Danal and Sean were dressed in hospital scrubs with stethoscopes around their necks. Bridget was dressed in a clean gown and hooked up to several monitors. She cried out as another sharp pain hit.
Tegan held one of Bridget's hands as he sat behind her supporting her body. Leni sat on a chair holding Bridget's other hand; Ryodan stood behind her with his hands on his mate's shoulders.
Everyone, except Melanie, who had been taken away by Fallon, watched as Danal and Sean worked with Bridget. For twenty minutes, Danal repeatedly checked the heartbeat of her son and the progress of her dilation. As the contractions got stronger and more painful, Bridget tried not to cry out, but her body tensed. She squeezed Tegan's hands so hard; the bones in his fingers would have snapped had he been human.
The mated warriors held their women in their arms as they watched. The unmated males simply stared at the miracle unfolding before them. None of them had actually seen the births of their children before. It was simply not done in Draghar society, and ancient humans considered back luck for a male to be present in the room during childbirth, but nothing could have pulled the big males away now.
They could all sense Bridget's pain; they got caught up in the emotion and drama of the event. They listened as Tegan and Leni coached Bridge, taking short shallow breaths as the contractions hit; some of them breathed with her too. Others crooned magic incantations to protect the woman on the bed and to ensure the delivery of a healthy child. If Bridget was embarrassed by their attentions, she did not show it.
The contractions grew longer, harder and closer together. As Bridget's distress grew, Danal lightly stroked his granddaughter's enlarged stomach, and Sean stroked her arms and legs. Their touch was soothing and healing. They both chanted Fae magic spells in a low voice as the delivery continued. After one final check, Danal drew in a satisfied breath and smiled. "Your son is crowning, Bridget; it will be over soon."
Draghar males are extremely possessive and jealous animals. The other males were all somewhat surprised that Tegan allowed Danal and Sean to touch Bridget, even if they were family, but Tegan did not care. Through their mental bond, he could feel the intensity of Bridget's labor and wondered how her delicate human body could withstand such pain. As Danal and Sean stroked and chanted, Tegan could feel Bridget begin to relax. The pain faded; all that was left was the intense pressure and the need to bear down was almost unbearable. Tegan took a deep breath; he was worried now, while Bridget was calm.
"Now, Bridget. Push now!" Danal cried just before a dark head appeared. Tegan held his breath as his son slid easily into his Fae great grandfather's awaiting hands. Patrick Ian Tegan opened his tiny mouth and wailed long and loud. Danal handed the boy to Sean and bent back to Bridget to attend the rest of the delivery. Using a warm, wet soft cloth, Sean cleaned his nephew off.
As he worked, Sean was smiling like a crazy man while two tiny fists and two tiny feet flailed the air. Apparently little Patrick was affronted by the strange new sights, sounds and sensations. There was no mistaking Tegan's son; he looked exactly like his father with a full head of straight black hair, and dark obsidian eyes. His skin was as red as a lobster, and his dark eyes were scrunched up tightly as he wailed his indignation again, but to Tegan and Bridget, he was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Fallon came back into the room holding Melanie handed his great, great grand daughter to Leni. He moved to stand beside his father and Sean as he observed the newest member of the family. Danal, Sean, Fallon and the other Draghar warriors howled in joy as they stamped their feet and clapped their hands. Their noise made little Patrick cry louder. Bridget laughed out loud as her grandfather laid her newborn son in her arms.
As Patrick Ian Tegan came into this world, a private aircraft hit the tarmac at a private airport outside of Dublin. Several minutes later, the passengers disembarked. A middle aged portly man stood outside the hangar door as he watched two stunningl elegantly dressed women approach.
Both woman were tall. One woman was looked to be about thirty years of age. She was 6'0" with chocolate brown hair with blonde highlights. Her almond shaped gold fleck copper eyes were framed with long dark lashes. They were the kind of eyes that mesmerized. Her tall figure was flawless, and she moved with a dancer's grace. She smiled and waved at the man.
The other woman was the tallest, biggest, most perfectly formed woman he had ever seen. She looked to be about twenty two or three, and she was at least 6'3" tall with long legs and a lithe, but feminine body. Rounded hips flared out from a small bosom could not be called generous, but it was more than enough. Her long, naturally straight black hair fell like a waterfall to her waist. She had the kind of hair that most women would have spent hours and hundreds of dollars in a beauty salon to have; it looked like silk as it glistened as a light wind blew it back from her face. Her complexion was golden too, but it was much different than the other women's skin. She wore no makeup to enhance her natural gifts, but her skin glowed with health.
The tall young woman exuded vitality, self confidence and a aura that was almost electric. She had an unconscious sexuality that made all the males in the small private airstrip stop to stare at her. She was beautiful, but she either wasn't aware of it, or she didn't care. Unlike most beautiful women, this girl seemed friendly and utterly approachable, and that made her seem even more sexy. It was neither her beauty, nor her sexuality that was herbest feature; it was her eyes. She had the same gold flecked copper eyes as the other woman; they mesmerized; they pulled you in; they made you want to get to know her.
"Martin, it's so good to see you after all these years. I am glad you contacted me." The older woman said.
"Ydris, it is a pleasure to see you as well. As I told you on the phone, your father is here in Dublin, and so is your brother, Fallon. I thought it was time for you to come home."
"I saw Fallon about five years ago; he told me he was leaving Earth for a while, but I thought my father was dead. I had heard some fifteen years ago that V-Lane or one of his minions had killed him. How long have you known he was alive? Why did you not tell me before? I am so glad that you still serve him, Martin."
Martin McDonald said as stared at the young woman with Ydris, but he addressed his comments to her. " I swore not to reveal Danal's existence to anyone just as I vowed to keep your existence a secret. You know that I keep my sworn oaths, Ydris. You also know that I don't serve the Fae as a druid anymore. I stopped that long before I saw you last, but I owe Danal much, and I owed your brother, Galen, even more. Your father is and always will be my friend. As I said, I contacted you and your brother because I thought it was time for you to come home. The war between the humans and the Fae and the Unseelie will be upon us soon. There is much to do to get ready, and Danal will need you both at his side."
"I will introduce you tonight to some people I want you to meet at my pub tonight. By the way, I thought you were coming alone. Who is your friend?"
"She is not my friend, Martin. She is my daughter, Leandra Leland; she likes to be called Annie. I thought it was time to show her Ireland. When you last saw me twenty three years ago, I was pregnant with her, but I am sure you did not know that." Ydris said. She looked no more than five or six years older than the younger woman.
"No I didn't know you were pregnant, but I still would have helped you. You are Danal's daughter after all. Annie is not full Fae, but she has no human blood, does she?" Martin McDonald mused for a second, finally it hit him what Annie was. The thought surprised him and made him feel uneasy."Her father doesn't know about her, does he? I think the shite is really going to hit the fan now, Ydris. I know him; he will want to kill you for not telling him; you should know that."
"You are very perceptive, Martin. No, Annie's father is not a human male; he is Draghar. Even if he wants to kill me, he will find I that I do not die so easily; I have learned a few more tricks since I last saw him. Anyway, it is his fault that he doesn't know about her, but that is between the two of us, don't you agree. Frankly, I don't think he will give a damn one way or another. I assume that the Draghar are all here in Dublin?" Ydris replied with a strange smile on her face.
Martin McDonald nodded. He was caught by the look on Ydris' face. It was a look of hatred, betrayal and pain. She looked like a woman bent on revenge.