Chapter Seventeen
The Loch was different. And not just because she'd drained it. The whole atmosphere was different, almost like she was walking into a scene from history. The kelpies she passed all lowered their heads, as if they didn't want to be seen doing anything that might bring someone's attention to them.
"This is wrong," Macey whispered, horror filling her as she passed more and more kelpies.
"We'll sort it out." Rónán slipped a hand into hers and gave it a squeeze.
Maybe she shouldn't have brought him. She'd even considered leaving him on land with Flint but had decided against it. She needed their support despite the risks.
She wasn't sure how the kelpies were going to take their potential Queen having a selkie as a consort. Nor was she certain about how Flint and his Fire
