Xyn met Medea’s gaze and shook her head. “How do you put up with him?”
“I think he’s hilarious.”
She blew a raspberry. “This one’s a keeper, brother. You better not let her go.”
Before he could comment, the light dimmed near them.
Medea braced herself for another battle, then relaxed as she saw Shadow manifesting near Xyn. Yet for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why he was here, given the condition he’d been in when last they’d seen him. She would have thought he’d have been out of commission for a while.
At least laid up for a month or more.
But apparently, nothing kept the being down for very long.
Inclining his head to them, he approached Xyn and spoke to her, letting them know that he must have been assisting her for a bit now. “I’ve found a few more homes.”
Falcyn let out an audible sigh. “Shadow… you’re my man.”
Shadow let out a nervous laugh. “Since when?”
“Since I saved your ass. How are you feeling?”
“Like I had the hell beat out of me… And you’re welcome.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Falcyn’s expression said those words chafed him. Yet the gleam in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “How has Varian failed to gut you all these centuries?”
“Not from lack of effort on his part, I assure you. I’m just quicker than he is.”
Falcyn shook his head. “Anyway, I’m glad to see you back on your feet.”
“Glad to be back on my feet. Especially without Varian hovering over me like some great hairy mother. And I heard you made friends with little brother, Lombrey.”
“Yeah, you can keep him.”
“Hmmm, so everyone keeps telling me. He’s actually not so bad. Get him liquored up and laid, you can get about five or ten minutes of peace before he’s in your face again.”
“So that’s your secret.”
“Basically. I find it works on most people.”
Falcyn laughed. “And why is it that I think there’s a little more to it than you’re letting on?”
“Again, he’s not so bad. You just have to understand where he’s coming from. We’re all creatures of the hell that birthed us. Are we not?”
Medea would give him that.
“True.” Falcyn stepped back as one of the dragons approached them.
“Are the sanctuaries ready?” he asked Shadow.
Shadow nodded. “Merlin’s preparing them. We should be able to transport more of you before much longer. Kerrigan and Merewyn said they’d come to assist you as soon as they’re open.”
“Thank you.”
“Our pleasure.”
“Kerrigan?” Medea vaguely recalled the name, but couldn’t place it now. She remembered that Merewyn was Varian’s wife.
Falcyn let out a bitter laugh. “The former Pendragon of Morgen’s Circle. He was the one who took Arthur’s place to lead her knights.”
