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Vicky shakes her head.I didnt have the pleasure. It was days after he died that I saw her and by then she had her hard face on. She was sorting through his things. I wanted to ask her what the goodbye note had said but it wasnt really my place. Next thing was when she asked me whether I could do a bit of cleaning for her, just a couple of days a week. Id quit the care home by then. Too many bad memories. Shadows swarmed around them, and in the centre, like a beacon calling them, Shan fought not to scream in agony. He recalled Ylandra, when she had tried to kill Jeren, when the Fellna had spilled out of her body. Was this what she had felt, this terrible wrenching, tearing inside? Theyd used her as a conduit to swarm into the Feynas midst. Were they doing the same now? Was this his fault? On the drive home, Snowdrop reaches into Rowans pocket and stops the recording device. He feels her do it but doesnt comment or move. Hes hugging himself, cold in the passenger seat, icy wind whistling through the blowers and condensation streaking the windows. Driving, Serendipity stares into nothingness, her thoughts seemingly lost in the churning black sky and the brooding mass of the fells. She doesn’t see Snowdrop slip the folded wedge of paper into her uncle’s coat. Four pages, double-spaced, A4. Printed black on white and folded lengthwise. Snowdrop is still tucking it in when her mum spins around to ask her if she isokay, and telling her it would be straight to bed when they get home. Snowdrop smiles back madly, wide eyes and a too-wide grin. Immediately she directs her mum’s attention back skywards, pointing to some invisible kestrel hovering above a tar-black tree. Quickly, Snowdrop tucks the gleaming white fold of paper inside the dark folds of the coat. Rowan squeezes her fingers through the fabric. She breathes out, relieved. The last thing she wants is for her mum to spot the words by Catherine Marlish’ on the title page. She doesn’t want to get caught before Rowan has a chance to read it. She doesn’t want to have stolen it from the pile of papers for nothing. Dont… She shook her head. Arent you afraid of upsetting people? Two beeches have grown at odd angles, their trunks leaning inward and branches weaving around one another to form an archway. Shan tried to focus on her, drawing strength from her presence alone. With Jeren near him he could fight anything, he would fightanything. For her. For her love. Inside the swarm. Doria screamed, striking out at them as they laid hands on her. Shan didnt think. He didnt have time. He moved as fluidly as his enemies. While they held their prey, they could not turn to shadows. His fist smacked into the face of the nearest, the one holding Doria, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the crunch of bone and the flow of black blood. Staggering back, the creatures hold on Doria relaxed and Shan pulled her free, throwing her behind him. The silence went on a moment too long, and his reply was just a little too calm.The Ariah loves all her people. Okay, Mum, okay! Christ! Reaching across her desk, she swept up her pad and charcoal. She clawed at his shoulders, hungry for him, desperate despite her discomfort or fear. It wasnt right. She knew that. Her heart hammered against her ribs as all the time he held her in check, pushing her relentlessly back down onto the soft furs. This was wrong, she knew that. Shan wouldnt act this way. His honour was everything to him. And his honour would not allow him to do this toher, not without vows exchanged, a handfasting at the least. But this new, dark-eyed Shan was different. His mouth consumed hers, his kisses tearing away some vital part of her pitiful resistance. As if he sensed her need, Shan started to unlace the bodice. It is to me, says Pickle, slapping his legs. Clouds of dust and assorted organic samples rise into the air. He gives Rowan the closest thing he ever gets to an accusatory look. Theres something to this, I can tell. You know something you arent saying. Dont do her any harm, Rowan. She’s had her problems. Been through a lot. Its really good of you to help out, Chris, says Rowan, grateful. We should have a beer. Hows that gorgeous daughter of yours, eh? Brightlings Dale, he whispered. It sounded like a curse. He knew the wolfs response to any rogue. His chest tightened. Get them to shelter. The Ariah closed her hands to fists at her sides. Quickly. Theres no time to lose. No. Not yet. Its fine, she whispered the words to him, keeping her voice calm. The Roh family—the few of them who remained—took their duties as servants to her line far too seriously for Jerens comfort. From bodyguards to ladies in waiting, she had always been surrounded by Rohs. Following her escape from River Holt, Gilliad had accused them all of treachery and by his actions made the survivors even more devoted to her. She couldnt just dismiss them. They’d laugh at her if she tried. A Roh was born, not made. Not crazy. Gabriel laughed. Maybe a little nuts. Lets go into the dining room, and Ill fix you a cup of coffee, and well talk about it. He helped me to my feet. Never had a True Blood before. The nearest laughed..