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He reaches the end of the track and emerges into a wide stretch of grassy clifftop: old farm-buildings and rusty machinery spaced out erratically around a small grubby-white cottage with a sun-bleached door. The house has its back to him; its face staring out towards the nearby cliff edge - a fishermans wife awaiting a ships return. Its a bleak, desolate place to call home but there is something about it that Rowan finds appealing. He can see himself here, writing bad poetry by lamplight, the single-glazed windows rattling in the crumbling frames; the ceaseless gale howling down the chimney to stir the ash in the grate. He’s known a lot of coppers in his life and none have chosen to spend their retirement in such a location. It’s the sort of place where Rowan can imagine a Medieval prison: some hellish stone tower perched on a promontory, the howls of the prisoners lost amid the crashing waves and the screeching gulls. Would you recognize the house if you saw it? Shan has changed. He hasnt. Ariah began to cough and her body jerked beneath their hands.Jeren, she hissed, and the word coalesced into a light, a tiny ball of power hovering between them. “Find my heir… Then he saw another shape, one he knew. Anala, her fur caked in snow, gave a yelp of delight and bounded towards him. She leaped in circles, rubbing his thighs and licking him enthusiastically. Between them, the owl and the wolf herded him into a cave. And a bona fide private detective, so I hear, says Eve. You always did like your detective stories. Who are you channelling, Marlow or Spade? What does that have to do with the time of your wedding? Max asked. Im glad the bastard killed himself. Karen frowned.Something wrong? Shan gave a low groan of acceptance, of defeat, and returned her kiss, her touch, her love. And for a moment she believed once more that they could make this work. Somehow. That they could cheat the vision destiny seemed to be pushing them towards and win the other. I closed the gate as the sky turned dark.We should get back before the storm hits. Dakota Dale? Back to pain. Back to fear. Back to all her doubts. What was in the letter, Vicky? asks Rowan. It was an emotional time, Im sure any sensible person could forgive you for not wanting all and sundry poring over a private message …, Not so with Ylandra, who was gazing at three innocent children as if they were animals. Jeren seized the silence that followed.Shans not my…not my mate… Gods, even as she said it, she wanted to take it back. She loved him. That was what it meant, but they had made no formal declaration, no handfasting or ceremony of binding. And “mate sounded so…primal, so… Something melted inside her. It sounded so like something Shan would say. Ready? Indarins voice was hushed, almost…reverent? She jerked her head back as she opened her eyes and took in his solemn face. You do not have to do this, Jeren. Breath fogging before his face, Dale shivered and pulled the zipper of his coat up under his chin. His single pint had barely touched the sides and done nothing to protect against the growing chill of the evening. Outside The Scholar, he looked up and down the road, seeking out one last excuse to head back inside the warm, friendly boozer. Like most of the student patrons, hed spent so many hours inside it had become a second home. Down the street, a girl waited at the crossing under a streetlight, despite the lack of traffic. Dale watched her for a moment, wondering why she didnt just head across. Probably just waiting for the green man to show. Being extra careful. Shh... Jeren placed her hands on either side of his face. A smile flickered over her lips, affection, amusement. She was magnificent, his mate, even in the face of such stubbornness. She was a River Holter, he supposed. No one could possibly be as stubborn as her. And he loved her for it. More every second. Think of something good in your life. Think of something that brings you joy. A good thought..