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for pretense, and no possible repercussions for anything that crossed his
mind.
Being lord and master of an estate mattered little if he had to follow the
rules of society. He had never been very good at following rules and had no
intention of continuing to do so. He saw nothing but change stirring around
him, and he did not like what he saw. He needed his own place, his own
time. But before he could return home, he needed the one thing missing, and
soon she would be returned to him.
He didn t expect Kendall to turn her over willingly, and that suited
Flynn just fine. Kendall would feel that need to fight for her as so many
human men were prone to do. Mortal men always felt the need to fight, even
when they knew the odds were insurmountable. Even when they knew how
futile their sacrifice would be.
He would have probably done the same in his former life. Hell, he had
done it, and the fact that Remy Caindale had lived had nothing to do with
his warrior s skill but everything to do with the bitches that surrounded him.
Flynn would not make the same mistake with the three little witches he had
under his control.
He looked forward to killing Ryder Kendall. He thought Kendall would
fight hard, but how well he fought, how much courage he had, wouldn t
matter. He would die because there was no other option.
Of course he had to get them out of the cottage. Those damnable little
faeries had woven their magic and spun their enchantments so thoroughly
the cottage might as well have been plated in armor. That presented a
problem for him but not for the men who followed him. Humans one and
all. It had not been hard to fabricate a believable story. They may have left
England behind, but the people of Jamestown were still Englishmen at heart.
His charge of witchcraft against Arleigh Donovan was trumped up, but his
little band of cohorts didn t need to know that. They were more than eager
to follow him on his desperate search for the witch who had ensnared
Stephen Caindale s daughters in her web of magic.
By the end of the afternoon, Arleigh Donovan would be at his side, and
Ryder Kendall would be dead. All because he willed it. It was going to be a
very good day.
The men tied the boat, and Flynn stepped onto Trinity. The moment he
touched the ground, he could feel her, and his fists clenched at his side.
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Kendall was fucking Arleigh. Oh, there would be such pleasure in seeing the
man s blood flow. He would watch Kendall s entrails fall from his body and
the pain wrack his face. But the most enjoyable part of all would be the look
on Kendall s face when he finally realized he had lost.
His men knew what to do. Grab the woman. If the man tried to stop
them and there was no doubt in Flynn s mind Kendall would kill him.
He led the way toward the cottage. Such a beautiful day for a killing.
* * * *
Arleigh stretched against him, and Ryder s body once again responded
to her touch. If the magic of the Leanan sidhe made him feel the way he did,
he would willingly fall under her spell. The woman who kissed his throat
and pressed herself against him was what he wanted, and he would slay an
entire battalion of Ganconors to keep her. He wrapped his arm around her
tighter. She nestled against his chest, and suddenly stiffened.
 He s here. I can feel him coming.
Ryder tossed back the quilt and leapt from the bed. He grabbed his
breeches from the floor and pulled them on, staggering toward the bedroom
door.
 For Christ s sake, get dressed! Hurry!
He pulled open the door. The faeries flew around the keeping room like
disoriented paratroopers, swooping and falling, their lights pulsing in a
frantic rhythm. Ryder felt like he d stepped through the gates of a demented
carnival midway.
 Addy!
The pink prism hovered in front of his face, blinking furiously.
 Flynn, she gasped.  He s here. With others. Humans.
The girls rushed through the cottage door, hair flying, their faces pale.
Fiana slammed the door and threw her body against it.
 Damn it! she cried.  It s the middle of the bloody day! And there s no
full moon tonight! I told him I needed a full moon to stall. What can he
want?
 He wants Arleigh, Ryder said.
 No, Fiana said.  He wants to go home. I told him two days! Hannah,
get the boxes! Oh, my God, he couldn t& 
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Ryder rummaged in the trunk, looking for any weapon he might know
how to use. He had been to enough Renaissance festivals to know what they
were, but damn, they were all so heavy. These men must have the strength
of Neanderthals.
He glanced at Fiana.
 What s wrong, baby?
 No, no, I can t, he wouldn t expect me to do that. She grabbed
Hannah s arm.  Would he expect me to do that?
Hannah s small face puckered, and Corliss burst into tears. All three
looked positively terrified, and he knew exactly how they felt. He hefted a
sword, swinging it through the air to test his balance then grabbed the ax
that lay on the hearth stones.
 These aren t going to work. I need a shotgun. A bazooka. A grenade
launcher. Adelina swooshed around his face, trying to get his attention.
 What can I use?
 Nothing will stop a Ganconor.
 Jesus, Addy, he s not the fucking Terminator. There has to be
something.
She shook her head, and her golden hair swirled around her.
 What would happen if I squashed you like a bug? Something bad must
happen, right?
 I would dissolve, Adelina said,  only to reappear elsewhere. You can
cut off his head, but he will reappear again.
 But I smashed his face in yesterday, Ryder said.  There were cuts and
blood. It had to hurt. He looked like hell.
 He chose to let you hurt him, Adelina said.  He likes to feel the pain
to remember his humanity, but  twas his choice. He will not let you have the
advantage again. Not when so much is at stake.
Fiana pulled on his arm as Arleigh came out of the bedroom, dressed in
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