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Thomas strode along the trail, his heart lifting in the thrumming joy of Fey power. It was hard not to abandon himself to its sweet drawing pull, but his sheer fright at what might happen if he did kept him from embracing it entirely. That, and Celyn’s presence. The Welshman would be lost if Thomas did not protect him from the weald’s lambent power. He was sure of that.
Just how to protect him was another matter, but Thomas didn’t dwell on that thought. It was dangerous for him, too, here in the wild embrace of the weald. It would not take much for him to abandon Celyn and go further in, to explore the hidden places of the woods, to see what happened when he allowed his power free rein.
But when he began to think that way, when the fall of moss off a branch or the solid bulk of an oa
