Sorcha frowned as she looked at her cousin. “Can you give us the location? Perhaps it’ll be good for Cathal and his friends to walk around the place.”
“That’s a great idea,” he said.
Rhona flashed them a smile and told them where she’d found Usaeil.
Epilogue
Cathal had never been so nervous as he was to take Sorcha to Death’s realm. He couldn’t take his eyes from her as they walked through the doorway into the new world. Sorcha’s eyes widened as her mouth dropped open. She hurried from plant to plant, touching the leaves and inhaling the fragrance of the flowers.
He simply stood back with a smile on his face.
“Well, that’s not something I thought I’d ever see,” Eoghan said as he walked up. “A genuine smile.”
Cathal nodded as he glanced at the leader before he jerked his chin to Sorcha. “It’s all because of her.”
“We’re all very eager to meet her. Especially Erith.”
Cathal didn’t want to spoil Sorcha’s fun, but they did have years for her to enjoy the flowers. He called out to her, and she turned to him with a smile. As she approached, she shot Cathal a bright smile. “There is heather by the water. I can’t believe it.” Then she held out her hand to Eoghan and said, “Hi. I’m Sorcha.”
“Hello, Sorcha. I’m Eoghan.”
Cathal leaned down and whispered, “My boss.”
Sorcha’s emerald eyes widened. “Ah. I see. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Come,” Eoghan told them. “The others are waiting for you.”
Cathal felt the faint tremor in Sorcha’s hand, but she eagerly walked with him. As they approached the white tower, she began to relax. It had been the same for him the first time he’d seen the structure. There was just something about it.
Sorcha was in awe. Everywhere she looked was a beauty so glorious she couldn’t find words. The moment they reached the tower and walked inside, a petite woman with long, blue-black hair stepped forward. She was clothed in a gown of all black, and her lavender eyes were framed by long, thick lashes. She had to be the most stunning creature Sorcha had ever seen. Without a doubt, Sorcha knew this was Death.
“It’s nice to have you here with us, Sorcha. I hope you like your new home. I’m Erith, but outside of this realm, you will refer to me as Death,” she said. Then she motioned to a Light Fae with purple eyes. “And this is my husband and mate, Cael.”
Sorcha swallowed, nodding. “Thank you for allowing me here. I’ll love Cathal with all my heart for the rest of my days.”
“We know,” Eoghan said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”
Then, one by one, she was introduced to the rest of Cathal’s team and their mates before the first team of Reapers came forward. There was no way she would remember everyone’s name, but that didn’t matter. She knew she’d found her home here with Cathal and the Reapers.
A day later…
Cathal stood with Sorcha and the rest of his team of Reapers in what was left of Usaeil’s home, where she had taken Moreann, Corann, and the other Druids. But Xaneth wasn’t here. It wasn’t until Sorcha nudged him and pointed to Aisling, who stood near a doorway looking into a room, that they walked to her. Cathal looked over Aisling to find a bed and the impression of a body on the mattress, as well as a headprint on the pillow.
“He was here,” Aisling said softly.
Eoghan pushed past her and walked into the room. After just a few seconds, he called Death’s name. Erith and Cael immediately appeared.
Death’s lavender gaze locked on the bed before she nodded. “Xaneth was here,” she confirmed.
“Then where the hell is he now?” Rordan asked.
Torin crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “He must have been held here. It makes sense since no one could locate Usaeil when she was here.”
“And what?” Bradach asked. “Usaeil’s magic faded upon her death, and he was able to leave?”
Cael walked to the bed and put his hand upon it. He jerked back almost immediately as his gaze snapped to Erith. She joined him. Together, they put their hands on the mattress. Death hissed in a breath, but she didn’t pull back. It was Cael who took hold of her and physically moved her away from the bed.
He held her silently for a moment before he looked at each of them. “Usaeil’s magic held Xaneth. She had him trapped in his own mind.”
Aisling turned her back to the room. Then, with a shuddering breath, she walked away without a word. Cathal watched her go before he turned his attention to Cael.
“Xaneth got free on his own,” Erith told the room.
Rordan winced. “Fek me.”
“We need to find him soon,” Dubhan stated.
Eoghan nodded. “It’s time to get back to our realm and start planning.”
Death gave a nod. “Unfortunately, now that the Druids of Ireland have decided to create their own group of Others, things may go the same on Skye.”
“My cousin doesn’t want that,” Sorcha said. “But it may be out of her hands.”
Torin blew out a breath. “Just when we thought things with the Others was over.”
“We’ll get a handle on it,” Cael said.
Someone was going to die. It was the only way Xaneth could stop this hell he was living in. He just needed to find the right person.
Continue reading for a sneak peek at Dark Alpha’s Obsession, the next book in the Reapers series.
Excerpt of DARK ALPHA’S OBSESSION
Reapers Series, Book 11
Achill Island, Ireland
End of July
Tonight was no different than the others. Same speech given by her brother. Same curious faces watching him. Same security in place.
But something was off.
Fianna couldn’t put her finger on it no matter how many times she scanned the faces in the room. No one appeared out of place. Then again, few rarely did during the first meetings. Because that’s what this was. The first of three before Dorcha chose which ones would be welcomed into their community.
She remained in the shadows, her eyes stopping to inspect each face of the thirty gathered. It was her duty to spot any trouble. And she was damned good at it. While her brother had been gifted a silver tongue that could enrapture a room with just a few words, her skills ran to battle, weapons, and magic. Since she detested being the center of attention, she was quite happy being head of security and staying in the background.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and spotted her brother making his way from a back room to the makeshift stage that had been put in place just for him. Their gazes briefly met. Dorcha shot her a wink before he put a huge smile on his face and waved to the gathered crowd.
She had no idea how he did this night after night. He thrived on it, while the very thought of repeating the speeches made her want to gauge her eyes out. Then again, Dorcha couldn’t understand why she loved to train daily or got such a thrill out of maintaining his security. They were, as their father often said, as different as night and day.