Not ‘came home,’ Kiera noted, and felt another cool wash of relief. Yes, Moira had been absolutely right. This shattered hulk was just a house. Cúl Dín was home.
Her home now, too, she realized with a quick thrill of delight. At least for as long as they stayed together.
“I imagine you’ve worked up a thirst,” he added, politely ushering them into what had once been his spacious living room. Several tons of wilting leaves blocked their path, but he ignored them and began working his way under and through the tangle of branches toward the kitchen. “There’s no power, of course, but the fridge wasn’t overly damaged, so everything’s still cold. And I’ll make you some sandwiches before the sliced meats go bad.”
Following his courteous gesture, Kiera slithered past him, and crunched her way ac
