Yet he knew he wasn’t dreaming. And he definitely wasn’t imagining this.
“Hey, Blaise… Why the hell are we in Camelot?”
“Whaaaaat?” He rose with a fierce scowl and looked up as if he could see the sky, which he couldn’t. But it didn’t stop him from trying.
Falcyn let out a tired, irritated sigh. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”
His white-blond hair shimmering in the fey light, Blaise paled as he sniffed the air. “Well… you’re kind of wrong.”
“How so?”
“This isn’t Camelot… exactly.”
That only made his stomach tighten with dread. “What’snot exactlyCamelot?”
“Val Sans Retour.”
Ah shit… He’d rather be in Camelot. With Morgen, tied to her throne. Naked and declawed.
Muzzled even.
Sitting up immediately, Medea scowled at them both. “The what?”
Falcyn let out another groan before he answered. “The Valley of No Return. So named because no one ever comes out of herealive. Like Blaise… because I really am going to kill him as soon as I find my strength.”
“Not true!” Blaise stood and took a defensive position. “I came out alive a few years back when I was here.”
Falcyn made a rude noise at the reminder of the mandrake’s less-than-stellar adventure.
Medea rose and brushed herself off. “Did you?”
“Yeah. Me and Varian. Merewyn, too.”
His anger rising, Falcyn went to the mandrake, dreading an answer to a question no one was asking. “Butwhyare we here now, Blaise? How did we get here?”
Blaise quirked a sarcastic smirk that really tested Falcyn’s patience and restraint. “Did you sleep through the part where we stepped into a magick portal and were sucked through a vortex?”
“Don’t make me beat you with my shoe.”
“Well, I’m just wondering. ’Cause you asked. I mean, you were there, were you not? You didn’t miss that rather large, ghastly light we stepped into, did you?”
“Yeah, but I have a head injury, right now. Maybe a concussion. Thinking some kind of serious brain damage. Definitely trauma of some sort. And a migraine the size ofyou.”
Urian broke off Falcyn’s tirade by jerking on his sleeve to get his attention.
Even more irritated, Falcyn barely kept himself from slugging him. But there was something in the man’s eyes that stayed his reaction.
Curious, he followed Urian’s line of sight and turned his head to where Urian was staring at something over Falcyn’s left shoulder.
The moment his gaze focused on Brogan and the man who’d materialized by her side, he scowled. “Who’s that?”
“Don’t know, but she seems to know him.”
By the look on Blaise’s face, he did, too.
And they weren’t friends.
Falcyn narrowed his gaze on him. “Blaise?”
