When the past holds only darkness and death, there is no way to out run it…
Deirdre Flye owns a security company for the rich and famous. No one knows about her past and she prefers it that way. That is, until a nosey cop confronts her with what he knows about her training as an assassin at Stone House.
Her troubles are compounded when a simple stalking case turns into something sinister. Deirdre never suspected that the “victim” would use a child to rope her back into a world of magic and death. Can she face the horror to come and survive with her mind and soul intact? Or will the cost be the life of an innocent?
Making the most of two short blades, she blocked his larger sword with one and used the second to attack. Niam had a powerful swing and the handle of one blade grew slick with blood, making it hard to hold on to. On the second attempt to block him, he knocked the blade from her grasp causing it to land on the stone floor in an echoing clang that rose above the chanting men.
There, lying on the floor Deirdre noticed something odd. Her blood ran into the grooves on the floor. She hadn’t lost much blood from the injury to her arm but it seemed to fill the entire moon engraving, reaching out to the outer area of women.
“You’re doing a spell!” Deirdre jumped back, trying to stop the trickle of red from her arm. “What are you doing?”
“I will have you Deirdre. We must be one. Either your will flows into that blood or you will kill me. One way or another, we will be joined. Your power, your body, will be mine. It’s the only way to stop the other house.”