Briec removed hisclothes and slipped into bed with her, wrapping his arms aroundher waist and snuggling her from behind.“Izzy?”“That’s just ridiculous,” he growled.She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It could have beenworse. I could have said Gwenvael.”“And forced me to kill my own brother.

We can't sit around discussing pure evil without tea and biscuits, Iz. It's just not done.

I’m your uncle?”Oh. So that’s what was bothering him. Izzy could have done a lot of things at this moment to assuage Eibhear’s annoyance. A lot of things.She didn’t do any of them.Instead she said, “Well…you are my uncle.” She brushed a bit of nonexistent dirt off his bare shoulder. “And I was your ward until years later when you finally had your vile, dirty uncle way with me.””Izzy.

She heard Brannie call out to her, but she ignored her as well and kept going. Kept going with visions of a bloody and limb-missing Éibhear dancing through her head. Gods! What if they cut off his wings? Or removed his scales? Oh, by the gods, what if they shaved his head? What if they shaved his head? Nooooo!