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zg_shadowsIt was almost an hour since the moon had risen, hidden by clouds, and here in the north of Scotland that meant it was very late indeed. The little ones were long in bed (even Mogsie, though she had complained at sleeping while her beloved da, so she said, was fighting up in Orkney), and he should be as well. But somewhere far to the North a great battle was raging, and even though he was kin and far from the fray he couldn’t bear to sleep while such a thing was happening.
“Connor?”
It was almost the last voice he had expected, here, now, but no voice could make him gladder. He turned, his hands outstretched in a surprised welcome to the slight figure silhouetted silver in the moonlight.
She stepped out of the light, silver dazzle resolving into the fair skin and shining black hair of a pure-blooded Silver Fang. She took his hands. Hers were cold, and he stroked them gently to warm them.
“What are you doing here, eudail?”
“You asked me to come.” She said it matter-of-factly, as though she weren’t standing in the middle of a Sept that would kill her if they found her on their territory.
“They let you in?”
She smiled slightly, with a sadness he didn’t understand. “They couldn’t stop me. What was it you wanted, socor?”
“Ah.” He glanced down. “I’m sorry about that, eudail. Mogsie said… she said you were going somewhere that you needed a really strong reason to come back from. I wasn’t sure, but… you know how Mogsie is. I figured… I figured you’d come back for a promise to Falcon.”
She looked so serious as she listened, her brows drawn together in puzzlement, with a vertical frown-line that he longed to smooth away.
Then she smiled, again, in the same sad way. “Yes. Yes, I would.” She glanced down, then up again. “Connor... I need to ask you a favour.”
“O’ course, eudail. Ask.”
“Can you... just occasionally... look in on Aunt Lucy and Kayd and make sure they’re OK?”
Connor shook his head at her and stepped closer, putting his hands on her waist. “You’ll be doing that yourself. But I’ll...”
“No. I really won’t.” There were tears in her eyes, glittering, though the sky was overcast. It had been overcast all night.
“Katrina,” Connor breathed, beginning to understand.
“I’m sorry, my socor. I...” she looked down for a moment, gathering her courage. Then she looked up, her eyes, almost silver now, meeting his. “My uncle always said I should tell people... things... while I have the chance. Well...” There was a long pause. She swallowed. “I love you, Connor. And I’m sorry.”
“Eudail.” He noted with a distant surprise how steady his hand was, as he raised it to brush away her tears. His eyes felt hot and scratchy. “We’ll see each other again. Just see if we don’t.”
“Yes.” And, impossibly, she smiled, a fierce, defiant smile. “I promise.” She stepped closer into his embrace. “So this is just au revoir.”
“Au revoir.” He leaned in towards her, smelling the faint flower-scent of her perfume. Her lips parted against his with a chillness that might have been that of the night air. Somewhere, away in the woods, a wakeful cock crowed.
And Katrina was gone.
“Connor?”
It was almost the last voice he had expected, here, now, but no voice could make him gladder. He turned, his hands outstretched in a surprised welcome to the slight figure silhouetted silver in the moonlight.
She stepped out of the light, silver dazzle resolving into the fair skin and shining black hair of a pure-blooded Silver Fang. She took his hands. Hers were cold, and he stroked them gently to warm them.
“What are you doing here, eudail?”
“You asked me to come.” She said it matter-of-factly, as though she weren’t standing in the middle of a Sept that would kill her if they found her on their territory.
“They let you in?”
She smiled slightly, with a sadness he didn’t understand. “They couldn’t stop me. What was it you wanted, socor?”
“Ah.” He glanced down. “I’m sorry about that, eudail. Mogsie said… she said you were going somewhere that you needed a really strong reason to come back from. I wasn’t sure, but… you know how Mogsie is. I figured… I figured you’d come back for a promise to Falcon.”
She looked so serious as she listened, her brows drawn together in puzzlement, with a vertical frown-line that he longed to smooth away.
Then she smiled, again, in the same sad way. “Yes. Yes, I would.” She glanced down, then up again. “Connor... I need to ask you a favour.”
“O’ course, eudail. Ask.”
“Can you... just occasionally... look in on Aunt Lucy and Kayd and make sure they’re OK?”
Connor shook his head at her and stepped closer, putting his hands on her waist. “You’ll be doing that yourself. But I’ll...”
“No. I really won’t.” There were tears in her eyes, glittering, though the sky was overcast. It had been overcast all night.
“Katrina,” Connor breathed, beginning to understand.
“I’m sorry, my socor. I...” she looked down for a moment, gathering her courage. Then she looked up, her eyes, almost silver now, meeting his. “My uncle always said I should tell people... things... while I have the chance. Well...” There was a long pause. She swallowed. “I love you, Connor. And I’m sorry.”
“Eudail.” He noted with a distant surprise how steady his hand was, as he raised it to brush away her tears. His eyes felt hot and scratchy. “We’ll see each other again. Just see if we don’t.”
“Yes.” And, impossibly, she smiled, a fierce, defiant smile. “I promise.” She stepped closer into his embrace. “So this is just au revoir.”
“Au revoir.” He leaned in towards her, smelling the faint flower-scent of her perfume. Her lips parted against his with a chillness that might have been that of the night air. Somewhere, away in the woods, a wakeful cock crowed.
And Katrina was gone.
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