Hating the need to leave Ronan behind, she headed away from Brigitte and the castle, flying after Morgane. The enemy of her enemy might make a good ally. If she’d been in human form, she would have been slowly shaking her head. She’d obviously been around Ronan far too long to be thinking like that. Yet what else could she do? Fear threatened to swamp her. She focused on the facts, trying not to think of all the things that might go wrong.
She was in a strange land, the only person she knew had been captured and the only thing she had was the clothes and weapons she wore, her power filled bracelets and her power filled jewellery. A pendant and an earring. And her skills. It wasn’t much. If she wanted to survive, then Ronan was probably the person to emulate.
Sensing that Brigitte continu
