Chapter 4
Keir
She left without saying goodbye. Keir lifted his sword, using the hilt to shield his face and deflect his opponent’s blade. Steel crashed, and Keir’s temper flared as he surged forward, putting all his strength into the downward arc of his weapon.
He couldn’t get her off his mind. A woman traveling alone—well, with a Dark Fae man who probably wouldn’t offer her the best protection—it just wasn’t safe. Though, Tierney O’Shea wasn’t just any woman.
Keir lunged forward, his knee bent as he leaned into the formations he could do in his sleep. Lifting his shield to block, he let his sword drop down toward his rival, grazing his arm with the sharp bite of the blade. The man howled and hobbled back, but Keir barely heard him over the din of his thoughts.
She’d left weeks ago,
