"Abby!!"
My eyes snapped up from where Rowan was laying, to see a familiar figure rushing towards me.
Kieran.
His clothes and hands were streaked with dirt and blood, his hair was a mess, and he had a jagged rip down the left arm of his shirt.
But he was alive.
I let out a strangled sob of relief, dropping the gun as I stumbled toward him.
I'd barely made it four feet in his direction before he caught me up in his arms, my feet dangling in the air. He rained kisses on me - my face, my neck, my lips. I reciprocated in kind, before burying my face against his neck
"Thanks be to the Goddess," Kieran sighed, his voice muffled by my hair. "Are you hurt?"
"No - no, I'm okay, really," I said, as he let me down.
A groan from Rowan made us both snap our heads in his direction. I could
