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106 pages, Paperback
Published May 23, 2024
“I couldn't see more than a glint in the dark eye-holes of the skull as his horse shifted under him, restive. Up close, he was obviously a man, or something like a man, with a powerful build and the body of a mercenary, the sort of man who looked like he could win any fight he stepped into. The sort of man who could fight all day and fuck all night, tireless and brutal and bold.”
"Will you come back to the bed?" he asked, looking up at me with his ears forward and tail wagging. "I can be a man if you like. And I'll try to explain."
Nuada speaking to Keilain: "We're not tame creatures, are we?" he asked, but not in a way where he expected an answer. "Our love is a red thing, sharp and wet. We're too full of hunger for anything else."
With a voice like the growl of his dogs, the Hunter said, "Either run with the Hunt or flee before it, mortal. Put down your iron and choose."
I wavered, everything starting to swim around me as my blood ran down my savaged legs. "I'm not a deer or a dog," I said, somehow keeping my voice steady in the face of certain death. "I'd rather stand here and bleed to death."
"If Faery gave her both of us, surely it's because her soul isn't complete without both her Hunter and her hound. How could I desire to do her the harm of breaking her soul?"
"I know how to share the love of a Master," I said, giving him a wry smile. "You loved me, but I wasn't the only hound you loved, and the touch of your hand wasn't diminished for petting another. But we were all hounds, and you're the Master." I looked away again, my tail curling between my legs. "The hounds may reach the prey first, but the Master takes claim of the doe, and the hounds get what parts of her they're given, if anything. I don't know how to do this any other way."
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Nuada pressed a soft kiss to my temple. "I love you," he said. "Not as I love her, true, and we're not soulmates, but you have been dear to me these long centuries, and we will be companions into eternity. I don't wish for my presence to be a trial for you."
I looked up at him and found him smiling down at me, his expression fond.
"Chase her with me," he suggested, ears canting forward. "Can we hunters not work together again? I appreciate that you let me find my balance alone with her, as you did, but the hunt isn't finished, and never will be. A hunter and a hound are a team, are they not?"
"Oh," I breathed, something settling into place for me. I started smiling, and then I started laughing, the relief undoing the knot of anxiety in my chest. "Oh, that's it."
"It is?" he asked, raising one brow.
"Yes," I said, rubbing my cheek against him as Lexi started shifting again. "You're not carrying her away over your saddle. You're just carrying her in your arms. It's not the end." I laughed again, bending down to nuzzle our soulmate as she made a sleepy sound. "Gods. That feels so stupid. Of course you aren't. How could you?"
Nuada rumbled a laugh, reaching up and tousling my hair with his silver hand. "The patterns of the ages are difficult to break, no? But she's no doe. She's a wild mare, and she's yours as much as mine."