16
The Resolve of the Fey
Come, wilding. We meet in the barn.
Thomas snapped awake. Domech’s voice faded in his head, along with the sense of the Speaker’s condescending arrogance.
His lips twisted in distaste as he sat up on the furs. He glanced over at where his father had been sleeping. But the spot was empty.
“He has gone ahead o’ ye.” Fidelma’s slender form was in shadow where she sat beside the banked hearth fire.
Thomas pushed himself to his feet, raking his hand through his hair to push it into some sort of order. “Why?”
But even as Fidelma’s shoulder lifted in a shrug, the answer came. He’s gone to tell Nectan that Celyn knows about us. Trying to soften him up before I get there. He grimaced, his heart tripping faster as he remembered the ease with which the Fey King had ma
