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Jeren screamed, but fear didnt freeze her. She twisted out of his way, slamming the door shut behind him. Before Shan knew what was happening, she had locked Gilliad inside and thrown the keys into the shadows. There was no bar to the door now, but without the key to the locks he didnt have a hope of getting back in. Daft raji. Hey Pearls of the World, I know you probably all say a prayer for the whole clan but can I ask you to say a special Hail Mary for poor Cormac, whos been gone 30 years now. For those of you who dont know, Cormac is the only son of Uncle Daeglan and Auntie Siobhan, from the Wexford branch of the family. Cormac went missing in June 1985 and despite Uncle Daeghlans best efforts, he’s never been found. The pain of it all put Siobhan inhospital, where she picked up a virus and died. She was too young. I have such lovely memories of her (we’re third cousins, on Dervla’s side) and I’ll always remember how welcome she made us when we visited them in England when I was still not much more than a girl. I don’t have many memories of Cormac but I remember a nice young man who let me play with his sister’s toys and didn’t mind me riding on his back like he was a horse! I still get a Christmas card from Uncle Daeghlan and I know it would mean a lot if you all included him in your prayers. I think we all know that Cormac isn’t coming home but some kind of closure would help everybody, I think. Much love, thankyou, God bless. Wagner placed me under arrest and handcuffed me. I glanced at the media van being held at bay by several officers. He must have planned a huge media campaign of walking me out. Chief Sampson had me released. I met Karens worried gaze. “That entomology thing you asked for showed thegrave had been there less than a month.” Warren followed him in and sat in the same chair hed vacated that morning. He was still calm and self-assured, something Dade wasnt used to in his clients, especially clients in the position Warren was now in. You lied to me, Warren. She almost groaned but suppressed it. There was something she really didnt want to deal with right now. Instead, she cleared her throat. Give me my clothes, Max. He met Dr. Neils concerned gaze. Im dying. Write a prescription for whatever you can that will keep me going a little longer. I have something I have to finish. I wish wed found Days cell phone. We could run a tracker on it and maybe get a better idea of everywhere he traveled that day from pings off the cell towers. I pushed a stray hair behind my ear. Which is why Salyer took it with him. Marcus grinned.Thank you, Mabel. He knocked on the door and opened it. “Hello, Dustin. Hows business? In the valley below she could just pick out the small settlement, a gathering of round hide tents, patches of leather amid the green. The breeze carried the scents and the sounds of a small village, the distinctive smell of a forge and the unmistakable sound of metal hammering against metal. Elsewhere two lithe figures sparred with long blades, their movements quick and dangerous, sunlight gleaming off the weapons and the long white-blond braids of their hair. What about Dale? Jeren awoke to darkness and warmth, the embers of a dying fire the only hint of light. Overhead, the shifting leaves of the forest whispered of sleep. They were not so far from River Holt, not so far as to be safe, but her body ached with exhaustion and the dull fire of her wounds. Her side felt stiff and enflamed. Reaching down, she found expert dressings, and then, a hand, long-fingered and gentle. Shan lay alongside her, moulded against her back, his body the warmth she so desperately needed. She tried to shift away from him, to get up without waking him. The pain was her undoing. She hadnt expected it but as she moved it was worse than shed imagined. A gasp escaped her lips. Without a sound to indicate that she had disturbed him, the hand encircled her wrist, gentle despite the implied strength in the grip. He moved, wolf-like in the shadows, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her back against the length of him. She didnt struggle this time, wouldn’t have, even if she could have found the strength. 9 That's not a weird question compared to what I've heard in the past😂 Its all about intention of the shaman and if the recipient 'believes' it can happen, as no doubt the shaman will make sure that the recipient knows hes going to do it, a bit like a gypsy curse, if you get me? I, personally, dont believe it can actually be done, and only soul 'parts' can be lost ( but they can be returned) but a lot of bad luck can be stirred up. And yes, someone with a 'dark heart could really believe it's in their power. Hope this helps lol x Jeren gave a brief snort at that answer. Perhaps she thought him evasive. Well, few Holters could easily understand it. Ariah was Ariah. You did things for her not because she commanded, but because she asked. A subtle difference, but an important one. Where did you get this? asked Derrick, his voice catching. Ha! Yeah, thats it, thats what we had. So, you said shed been having a hard time …, Dear V, reads Vicky, sniffing. Youve always been a good friend to me and you have kept me going through some horrible times. I want you to know how sorry I am it has come to this. I think one day people will start to say bad things about me, and the people Ive helped, but I want you to know that I did everything with the bestof intentions. In the morning, theyll find me dead. I don’t know whether I’ll swing or bleed or drop from something high but I know I’ll be dead. That’s OK, love. I’m ready for what comes next. Judgement. The veil. Whatever they’d have had us believe. I’ve had enough, if I’m honest, and if I can do this last thing well then maybe Eve will have a chance to get through until it doesn’t matter any more. I can’t bring myself to put her in harm’s way, not even now. There’s a few years left in the old girl and I want her to have them in peace. There’s a box in the cupboard beneath my old boots. There are some papers in there. It’s going to sound odd, love, but I want them in the casket with me. Don’t be frightened, I’m not off my rocker. It’s important to me. I want them deep. They’re in a plastic wallet and you can just slip them into the silk. I’ve arranged it all in advance – chose the casket at the same time I took the plot at St Olaf’s. There’s space for it. Just visit me at the Chapel of Rest and slip it in. Don’t let Eve see. I want her to die a grand old dame before that happens. It won’t matter to her after that, and when they sink her into the ground on top of me, I reckon our secrets will come up by the shovelful. I don’t know how old you’ll be by then, but I know you’re a good person and I want to make sure you know I always appreciated you – and this kindness. If you feel obliged to show Eve, or if you think the authorities should be told, I will understand. I simply ask that you do not. I’m putting my faith in you, alongside …, she stops reading, her throat dry..