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ambush planned on the off chance that we might just be dropping in?”

Mira’s eyes narrow.
Shit. This is not going well and, given the death grip Rhiannon has on my

arm now, she doesn’t think so, either.

“We’d be in less danger visiting her parents than we are at Basgiath,” I
argue.

Mira’s lips purse. “Fair point.”

“Come with us,” I blurt. “Seriously. Come with us, Mira. She just wants
to see her sister.”

Mira’s shoulders dip. She’s softening, and I mercilessly go in for the kill.

“Raegan was pregnant when Rhiannon left. Can you imagine not being
there with me if I had a kid? Wouldn’t you do anything, including escape a

heavily fortified defensive position, if that meant holding your niece or
nephew?” My nose scrunches as I brace for her answer. “Besides, with the

hero of Strythmore at our side, what could possibly go wrong?”

“Don’t even start with that.” She looks at me, then Rhiannon, then back
at me again before groaning. “Oh, fucking fine.” Her finger comes out

swinging when we both grin. “But if you even think about telling anyone,
I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your natural life.”

“She means it,” I whisper.

“I believe it,” Rhiannon answers.
“You’re here two days and already breaking the rules,” Mira mutters.

“Come on, it’s quicker to cut down this path.”

An hour later, Mira and I are stretched out on the cushioned benches that
flank both sides of the dining table at Raegan’s house, watching Rhiannon

rock her nephew by the fireplace, lost in conversation with her sister as her

parents and brother-in-law look on from the nearby couch.
Watching them reunite is worth everything.

“Thank you for helping us.” I glance over the table at Mira.
“You would have done it with or without me.” Her smile is soft as she