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 stood up and brushed herself off. “Did you?”
“Yeah.”
His anger rising, Falcyn went to the mandrake. “Butwhyare we here now, Blaise? How did we get here?”
Blaise quirked a sarcastic smirk. “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 so that he could show him the man who was quickly approaching their group.
“Who’s that?”
Urian shrugged. “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?”
A tic started in his jaw. “I know that essence when I feel it. It’s—”
“My brother Brandor!” Brogan shot to her feet and ran to him.
A tic started in the mandrake’s jaw. “Are they kissing?”
Medea screwed her face up. “No, but she is hugging him like she hasn’t seen him in a really,reallylong time.”
Falcyn cocked his head. “Does kissing his cheek count?”
Medea popped him on the stomach as Blaise’s expression turned into one of extreme pain. “That’s mean! Don’t torture the poor mandrake!”
With a fierce grimace, Falcyn and Urian stepped around her to confront Brogan and Brandor. “What’s going on here?”
Brandor, who was the same height as Falcyn, put himself between Brogan and them. Even though his clothes were ragged and it was obvious he hadn’t been living well, he kept one arm on Brogan as if to protect her while he braced his body to confront them.
Extremely tall, he had chiseled handsome features.
Yeah, the fey and demons had a lot in common.
His long, wavy black hair was matted from having been living in the woods on his own. Yet even so there was still rebellion in those hazel eyes that were so green they all but glowed with an unholy fire. By his predatorial stance, it was obvious he knew how to fight and wasn’t afraid to bleed.
When he finally spoke, his words shocked Urian.
“I had Brogan bring you here so that I could speak with you.”
“Excuse me?”
