Tiernan’s arm fell from her waist, and Ceridwen gasped.
“What?” Maeve looked between them, terrified of what she would find. “What is it?”
“I had the same vision.” Ceridwen’s face grew pallid, stealing the blush of her cheeks. “But in mine, there were two survivors.”
“Who?” Rowan croaked.
“The Dawnbringer.” Her gaze roved over each one of them before finally settling on Rowan. “And the Nightweaver.”
Rowan’s head fell back and he groaned. “Shit.”
“Well, this is one hell of a way to start the day.” Merrick waved his hand and a decanter of amber liquid appeared. “Who wants a shot?”
“Me.” Saoirse held out her empty coffee cup. “Fill it up.”
“She said I could change it,” Maeve murmured, accepting the shot of whiskey Merrick handed her.
“And you will. We all will.” Tiernan clinked his glass against hers and downed his shot in one gulp. “Together.”
“That’s right.” Ceridwen sniffed her glass. Her nose twitched and she set it back down, a serene smile gracing her ruby lips.“Especially since we know how and where to invade the Spring Court.”
Lir’s silver eyes widened. “We do?”
“It’s through the Pass of Veils.” Maeve finally swallowed her own whiskey, wishing it burned more than just the back of her throat.
Tiernan shifted, angling her in his lap so she looked up at him. “How did you know? I’ve only told Ceridwen.”
“I saw it.” Maeve reached for another lemon scone, even though she wasn’t hungry. “When I came for you and Merrick.”
“Good eye, my lady.” Merrick flashed her a wink. “I wish the rest of us had been informed.”
“It was my intention to tell all of you.” Tiernan tapped his fingers along Maeve’s thigh in a rhythmic pattern. “Unfortunately, you and I were detained by a group of trooping fae.”
“Oh.” Brynn drew the word out. “Right.”
Tiernan chuckled. “Right.”
There was a flutter of wings and a blur of white fur, as Cahira bounded onto the verandah, then plopped down at Maeve’s feet.
“Well, at least we have a frostfaolanon our side.” Tiernan bent over and ruffled Cahira’s fur. “Where did you find her, anyway?”
“She was a gift from the god of death.” Maeve smiled down at the wolfling. “For my birthday.”
“Oh, your birthday!” Ceridwen squealed with excitement, and then her face fell. “We missed it.”
Saoirse stole one of Lir’s biscuits off his plate. “That just means she finally figured out the date.”
“It’s Samhwyn,” Rowan said softly.
Maeve looked over at him, but he refused to meet her gaze.
“Of course it is,” Tiernan said, placing a kiss on her jaw.
Ceridwen sighed. “How fitting.”
Merrick stood, stretching his arms overhead. “Looks like we’ve got a war to train for.”
He pinned Maeve with his cerulean gaze. “How about it, my lady?” He wiggled his brows for effect. “I’ll go easy on you.”
