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back into his arms. "Precisely, so now that I've gotten her to a place where she has no choice but to speak to him, perhaps the stubborn woman will finally do what her heart is telling her to, instead of letting her head talk her out of it."
    Cernunnos pressed a kiss to her temple. "Let us hope so."
     
    * * * *
     
    Sabrina sat up gingerly, her gaze darting around her surroundings. A cave, the rock walls soaring up around her. So similar to the ones at Llewellyn, but deeper and filled with drawings. Also strangely filled with light, where it should've been pitch black.
    A low fire burned in a pit in the corner, but it wasn't nearly big enough to put out the amount of light that filled the space. Where the hell was she? When she saw Patrick leaning up against the rock wall opposite of where she sat, staring at her, a surge of white-hot anger speared through her. "What the hell did you do? Kidnapping is a crime, you know!"
    He snorted. "Untwist your knickers, sweets. I didn't kidnap you and I didn't make you fall into whatever the hell it was that we both fell into."
    Sabrina stood up, holding onto the wall for balance before glaring in his direction once more. "You're lying!" she hissed.
    He closed the distance between them faster than she could blink, looming over her, staring down into her face. Sabrina shrank back against the wall, cursing inwardly for her complete and utter lack of courage. His hand rose and she flinched.
    Disgust flitted across his face. "I wouldn't hit you," he muttered, stepping backwards quickly. "I was trying to keep you from falling flat on your face. I never once raised my hands to you, why would you think I'd do so now?"
    She straightened, her hands smoothing nervously over her skirt. "Sorry," she mumbled, forcing herself to look upwards, to meet his gaze. "I don't think you'd hit me, I'm just really, really freaked out right now.
    He shrugged. "If I wanted to kidnap you, Sabrina, I certainly wouldn't have taken you to a dank, cold barrow. There's nothing down here but rocks and dirt."
    "Then what happened?" Sabrina asked, biting on her lip as she gazed around the space.
    Patrick followed her gaze and sighed, raking his hand through his dark hair. "I don't know. One minute I was talking to you and the next, we're down here and you were out cold."
    "How long?"
    His gaze returned to her face. "A few minutes, nothing serious."
    Sabrina nodded and slid past him, walking over to what appeared to be a break in the barrow wall. She walked purposely towards it, rebounding hard off of what looked like air, but felt like solid stone, stumbling and nearly falling to the floor.
    Patrick leapt towards her, grabbing her elbow to keep her upright. She shook his hand off and approached the opening again, lifting her fists and pounding on the invisible barrier.
    "You're going to hurt yourself, no one can see us," Patrick said, shaking his head
    Sabrina turned around, glaring. "And how the hell do you know what anyone can see and what they can't?"
    "Didn't you hear the voice?"
    Her eyes narrowed. "What voice? The evil, spooky one that says you're an overbearing bastard who thinks too highly of himself?"
    Patrick snorted, shaking his head. "No, the voice saying that we've been chosen for the rite."
    Sabrina fumed silently as she turned around and began beating on the invisible wall once more. "Ignore him, Sabrina, and maybe he'll just disappear."
    "I can hear you, you know," he said, grabbing her hands and jerking her away from the wall. She fought against his hold, but only succeeded in touching him even more, languid heat seeping through her body.
    "Stop it," she hissed furiously, her cheeks burning. "You don't have any right to touch me anymore!"
    The world seemed to spin and she couldn't focus.
    A soft voice began to echo in her head.
     
    "What was given before shall be given again and the Earth shall rejoice. You have been chosen; your body is the vessel. Soul shall find soul, through the depths of time. What