“Knows all, sees all, and keeps them in line?” I got the correlation, and the witticism.
“Exactly.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and there almost seemed to be a hint of appreciation playing at the very edge of his mouth. “Next, you’ve the Lanmhuchadh, who are more commonly referred to as the Reaper. They orchestrate the death of the individual, bring about the demise—”
“So, is that who did this to me?” A rush of bitterness arose again, heating my mood.
“Yes. It was your Lanmhuchadh.”
“And you?”
“I’m your Caomhnoir.”
“Not mine.”
~ Yours ~
It was like a whisper in my ear, but not murmured by either of them. It was a deep, gossamer-shrouded voice in my head, echoing one word—yours.
“Maybe his,” I jerked my head in Liam’s direction, “but never mine.”
I saw it on the diagram he’d illus
