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traitor, but her head quickly put doubt in her words.
    Brook wiped away the
lone tear. “We have a lot of suspects. All of whom I’ve come to love and
cherish.” She stood, cradling Adara close. “It has to be a man. The print was
big, and it has to be a human.” A loud crash of thunder overhead made Brook
jerk. “Just watch your back, as I am mine and hers.” Brook kissed the child’s
forehead and walked off.
    Morrigan sat there for a
while, staring at the wall as more thunder sounded overhead. She couldn’t fight
that feeling, the nagging doubt. Morrigan was trained to look for evidence and
having troll fangs on a fairy sure as hell brought up some serious questions.
Could Whisper be part troll? If he was, what side did he remain loyal to?
Morrigan stood. Could she have had amazing sex with a traitor? She paced the
room before heading toward the main door and opening it wide. It was raining, a
light drizzle to cool off the warm summer sunset. Morrigan stepped out into the
rain trying to fight the heavy ache that began in her chest.
    She couldn’t deal with
that right now or with him. Whisper . Just
thinking his name sent shivers down her spine. No, she didn’t want to be
anywhere near that particular man right now. So, she stood in the rain. Her
clothes were soaked through and her flesh cool. It was a summer rain. If she
looked to the south, the clouds were gone and moonlight was heading their way.
If Morrigan just waited the storm out, she could sort through the events since
her arrival in the fairy kingdom. Could Whisper, the man she had wild sex with
on the battlefield and the fairy that was taking her heart, be a traitor?
      A twig snapped. She spun around with her hand
on her sleek black gun. The rain pattered on various objects as she tried to
listen. Friend? Foe? Morrigan’s plump lips opened, water splashed on her face
harder as a beautiful creature stepped from the forest. The horse was black as
midnight with a silky mane dripping water. It wasn’t overly large, maybe a
small female or juvenile. She knew very little about horses. Morrigan took her
hand off her gun, amazed as the horse took a few tentative steps toward her.
His eyes were wide, a gray color that seemed all too human in their quick darts
of the surroundings.
    “Hello,” Morrigan said
quietly. She stepped toward him, not wanting to frighten. Her movements were
slow, but the horse seemed to be unafraid of her. He whinnied and lowered his
head as Morrigan approached. She smiled, fingers spreading, arm reaching out to
touch that beautiful mane. The moment her skin touched his, a shiver ran
through her body. It was raining heavier. His black locks were silky to the
touch. She moved her hand over his side, smooth with crisp hairs.
    He shifted, lowered
slightly, and she had this sudden longing to ride him. Yeah, right. Morrigan
pulled her hand back. Ride a horse? She wasn’t a damn cowgirl. The horse whinnied,
and Morrigan went back to stroking his mane. The animal really was beautiful.
She looked back to his face, and his lips peeled back. Was that a smile? Her
instinct took over. Something was very odd with this creature. She pulled her
hand back.
    Too late.
    The mane came alive.
Black locks wrapped around her wrist. They moved like limbs or tentacles as they
strapped to her arms and tugged her forward. She screamed loudly in case
someone could hear. They locked around her ankles. She kicked and squirmed as
she was lifted into the air.
    “What the fuck?”
Morrigan was on the horse’s back.
    Being down shit creek,
she called the man who had forced her out into the rain. “Whisper!” She
shivered, and rain began to beat her back harshly.
    There was an inhumane
roar.
    The horse took off.
Morrigan was terrified as she bounced around on the beast’s back. “Whisper!” she
called out again, the ground moving quickly beneath her. The hard dirt was
replaced by sand. Morrigan struggled against the strange binding but was unable
to budge