Entasy (Prophecies of The Nine) by Brynn Myers Read Free Book Online

them so she could be at peace. Whatever happened the night you and the Naio found her–the night Caolainn and Cearnach joined you all in the hunt–it was too traumatic for her to think about, even for a second."
    A tear fell from Brighid’s cheek as she relived the moment she was told that her son and daughter-in-law were killed by Liam’s horde. Morrigan touched Brighid’s shoulder as she handed her the witches’ ball, the lavender colored smoke swirling within.
    Morrigan continued. "Unless she begins to remember her past, she will continue to believe she is a twenty-six year old costume designer living here in New York with her family, and the spell contained within this witches’ ball will ensure she remains in the dark until the time is right."
    "We have a problem then." All three of us turned to look as Dillon emerged from the kitchen. "Liam must have renewed his efforts to find her, and this time he's getting close. She’s been having dreams. She told me this afternoon they were no big deal, but if Liam has Gavin, the dream jumper, tracking her, then that means the problem is bigger than I originally thought."
    Morrigan cursed under her breath as Brighid calmed the swirling smoke no longer encased in glass but floating above her hand.
    "I sent Obsydian to confirm what I suspected, but by that time, Mr.-Knight-in-shining-armor over there had already ashed Gavin," Dillion said.
    I tried to steady my temper before I spoke, but my words were still laced with venom. "I killed him because he was attacking her. The fledglings were looking at her like she was their next meal. At the time, I had no idea who she was."
    "Enough!" Morrigan snapped. "I will have no more of this. You two will work together or you will both meet my wrath, are we clear?"
    Both of us bowed our heads at Morrigan in agreement. We had been angry with one another for centuries, but our feud was petty compared to what was before us.
    "I will do as you ask, Goddesses, but I would like to ask for one thing. May I have a few moments alone with her?"
    Brighid looked at Morrigan, and they both nodded and left the room with Dillon. Finally, a moment alone with my beloved. Her appearance was so different from the last time we were together. The goddesses had disguised her well–too well. I couldn’t even recognize my own mate. Her crimson-colored hair was a stark contrast to the raven locks I knew, but one thing was still the same: her aventurine eyes. Tonight in the alley, I hadn’t understood why something seemed so familiar about her. Kylah's eyes always pierced my soul. Hell, she was my soul. I wanted so badly to take her from this place, take her back to our home, back to our bed.
    "I will get you back, my A Ghrá mo Chroí."
    I leaned down and kissed her lips, then moved to whisper into her ear. "Mo Ghrá, Tá mo chroí istigh ionat." I hoped my words would help her remember at least some part of us.
    The goddesses returned to the room and once again called forth the lavender scented smoke and blanketed it over Kylah. They began to chant, and I watched as they performed the ritual that would once again strip her memories.
    "Don’t worry, Aerric. She is not in any pain. This is only removing the events of the past few days: Gavin, the Sluagh attack. Deep in her soul she remembers everything about her life, she is just unable to access it. She has not forgotten you, I promise. Someday, Morrigan and I hope to lift this veil and allow her to know her true self, but not until it is safe for us and for her."
    Brighid once again laid a calming touch over my heart, but it did nothing to sate the ache the loss of Kylah left behind. I faded out of the room with an intense desire to kill, and I knew just the place.
     
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    A lavender scented smoke began to swirl overhead and all of my thoughts were lost. I found myself lying in a cozy chair with my robe tucked under my feet and a book in my lap. The faint music coming from down the hall