Murdoch Seton rode for home as if he had escaped the very gates of Hell. The moon was new and his heart was filled with fear. What would he find on his return to Seton Manor? He had seen so much since his departure, so much that defied belief, and he no longer knew what to believe.
Had the Elphine Queen truly released him from the realm of the Fae?
At what price?
Or was this merely an illusion, a jest made at his expense? No man escaped the Fae once he had been claimed, not after he had gazed into the fathomless eyes of the Elphine Queen.
Was Murdoch an exception, or a pawn? He knew well enough how the Fae loved a jest, particularly one played at the expense of a mortal.
Each step, each day, made his release seem more plausible. He scanned his surroundings for evidence that he was act
