“Brigit,” a soft name spoken with a voice so deep it rumbles my mind like I was sitting on a laundry machine. Abhartach mumbles something else that I do not hear after. “My Danann is a bit different,” Elana says. “I know you don’t trust me and for good reason, I did try to kill you but only because I had no choice. I thought Carol would help but she has not contacted me in weeks, I do not have that kind of time.”
“What are you talking about?” I inquire. “We had a deal that she could continue playing hero, playing pretend and s**t. I would look for a way to cut the Danann link. I don’t know why she wants that information but she stole a scroll that I had acquired,” she complained pacing about. I am lost, is that why she was crying? I doubt that would make her cry. There is more to this th
