Well, Gascon, I’m going to miss your long blue hair. How on earth will I find you in a crowd now?

The price for Jarrod’s freedom is to be my imprisonment.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

Frowning, puzzled, I cross my arms over my chest. “Go to hell.” His eyebrows lift as he draws near enough so that I can accept his offer of wine, and smell his pungent breath. ” Not without you, my dear.

The cottages are full of life. It’s incredible to think they are filled with people who know nothing of computerised technology, nor even running water, sewage systems or electricity. And yet here they live. Surviving.

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

I recall the look in Rhauk’s eyes the moment he spotted Kate. It will stay with me forever, carved into my brain like an engraving on a headstone. It’s as if he found something he treasured, something he’s been looking for all his life.

I won’t show weakness here, but, damn it, tears don’t mean I’m frail and pathetic, only that I’m unhappy.

Isabel sends her brother a look that could boil him in oil if she had that particular paranormal talent. A thought hits me: maybe she has. It will be fun to find out.

I push throughthe wind to the north-facing window and stand before it. ‘I will bring her back!’ I shout into the darkness. I do this because I know Rhauk will be listening.