“Now he fights with the Lords of Avalon.” Shadow smiled. “War and love make strange bedfellows.”
That was certainly true, but it made her wonder one thing. “Why did he change sides?”
Shadow jerked his chin toward Blaise and Brogan. “Kerrigan was the merlin charged with the sword Caliburn. His wife Seren was the merlin for the loom of Caswallen that Morgen demanded he and Blaise capture. In the process of taking it from her, the Lady Seren won Kerrigan’s heart. He couldn’t hand her over to Morgen any more than Blaise was able to hand over his Brogan to the Crom. So Seren and Kerrigan, and their son and daughter, now live in Avalon with the others, where they continue to fight against Merlin and her fey court.”
Medea glanced to Falcyn. “Like you.”
“I have no plans to relocate to Avalon.”
“You know what I mean.”
Falcyn looked a bit uneasy. “What? That I’d follow you anywhere?”
“Would you?”
Falcyn’s gaze scorched her and warmed the darkest coldness inside her. “You know I would.”
He placed a kiss on her cheek, then turned toward Shadow. “Can I beg a favor?”
“Depends on the favor, especially given what happened to me the last time I did you one.”
“Can you get me back into Camelot? Near Morgen?”
Shadow made a truly spectacular sound of scoffing disbelief. “And what level of special stupidity have you achieved, dragon? I know you took a significant hit to the head, but didn’t realize it’d given you brain damage. Should we get you a CAT scan? Dog scan?”
“Ha ha. And I’m serious.”
“Yeah… so am I. I actually like having my bullocks attached to my body. While I don’t get to use them as much as I’d like, I still prefer the comfy feeling of having them there over the alternative of seeing them in a jar on my desk.”
“Then you’ll help me or I know what to attack.”
A tic started in Shadow’s jaw. “Really hate you, dragon.… Fine. But if you’re caught, I don’t know you. Never saw you and I have no idea how you got there. And I’m sending Lombrey to rescue or kill you, whichever. His choice.”
“How have you managed to live so long without anyone killing you, again?”
“Told you, I’m fast on my feet.” Shadow sighed. “So when do you want to partake of your suicide?”
Falcyn glanced around his crowded home. “Now would be a good time. It’ll keep me from freaking out over my OCD.”
Xyn scowled. “OCD?”
“Overpopulated communal den.” He pointed to the group. “Get rid ofthatwhile I’m gone.”
She rolled her eyes at her brother. “Ugh, you big baby. You never did learn to share!”
“Oh, that’s not true. I learned to share pain and misery, early on.”
“No, no. You learned to deliver pain and misery.Bigdifference. Being a carrier and deliverer isn’t the same as sharing,m’gios. Do not confuse those terms.”
“You’re determined to annoy me, aren’t you?”
Xyn smiled. “Always. Aren’t you glad now that you woke me?”
“Thinking I should have overlookedyourstatue.” Falcyn growled in the back of his throat. “Blaise! Why did we wake Xyn again?”
“You missed her!” he called out across the room.
“I lied!”
