“Put away your human words,” she scoffed. “I will teach you new ones.”
“You will teach me nothing.” He looked down at the hard rod poorly confined in his pants. “It is I who will teach you.”
She smiled but her eyes blazed like molten fire. He nodded to drive the point home. “Get me a sword so I can kill Leofric.”
“No. We are leaving.”
“We?”
“That’s correct. You will tell me where your brother went and how he was able to open a rift. Is he a sorcerer? What is he called?”
“His name is Ulf Kristiansen, and he is called Wolf. He’s not a sorcerer. I do not know how he did it.”
“Do you know the man who was with him? Merlin?”
“Who?” Fin asked, watching his erection go down. Just as well. “There was no one here with him.”
She looked around when they heard approaching footsteps. “Do you want to kill him?”
He knew she meant Leofric. “Yes.”
She tossed him her own blade and disappeared into the trees.
Fin threw himself down and lay on his back, eyes closed.
“Wake up, Devil. We are heading out.” He smirked. “You will have to walk.”
Fin groaned low and muttered something that could barely be heard.
Wanting to hear, Leofric leaned his ear to Wolf’s mouth.
“My brother…wants you dead.” He pulled back and stared Leofric in the eyes. “And I am loyal to my brother.”
He used the woman’s dagger and thrust it into Leofric’s belly until the hilt almost disappeared into him. He dragged the blade upward, spilling the Saxon’s guts, never taking his eyes off Leofric’s.
Fin pushed him off, leaped to his feet, and started out of the camp through the back woods. He left the king’s enemy gurgling on the ground.
“I can kill them all, if you like,” Morgan said as she picked up her steps and came up beside him.
Yes. He would like it very much. But he owed her nothing. “I want you to go away.”
Her red lips snaked into the smile. “Oh, I cannot do that. I need you to help me find your brother.”
“Why do you want him? Is he in danger?”
“Fin.” She looked at him as if he were simple-minded. “He went through a rift in time. Of course, he’s in danger. Are you not worried about him?”
He stared down at her. “Witch, my brother went through a rift in time. He can obviously take care of himself.”
But Fin did worry about where of was. Was he coming back? What if he couldn’t? “How can we find him?”
She smiled. “Tell me everything going on in his life for the last few weeks. Leave nothing out.”
He didn’t want to tell her anything, but he wanted to find Wolf.
“There isn’t really much to tell,” he murmured. But he proceeded to tell her whatever he knew or suspected.
“So, Arthur and that mortal have another child,” Morgan said, scowling. “He hid them from me well.”
