"Got 'em," Liam said breathlessly, as he finished climbing the embankment. "He was bein' truthful."
"You had eyes on them?" Torin asked, handing Liam a canteen. "Kieran and Abby both?"
Liam took a long drink of water before handing it back, nodding his thanks.
"Aye. Abby looks to be out cold - Laignech's work, I imagine. He was carrying her, o' course.
" Kieran's been shackled 'bout the wrists and ankles. There's at least nine luchthonn with them, but I'm guessing they're no takin' any chances with that fucker."
"They'll be heading back to the compound, then," Declan remarked, without looking up. "Good. Makes our task that much easier."
He was sitting with his back against the base of a tree, methodically cleaning the blood off his twin blades. Directly across from him, propped
