“Uh . . . yeah. The baby, I think. Oh . . . and look . . . there’s the mother.”

“Should we tell Fearghus?”

Brannie shook her head. “No. I’m sure he’ll find out . . . when they eat something appalling . . . and dead.”

Annwyl smiled and waved at them and they both waved back.

As they did, Brannie asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“Are you kidding? So much more interesting than my own kin.”

Brannie rested her head on his shoulder and sighed out, “Well, if you’re sure.”

Not wanting to push his luck, Aidan kept quiet, deciding to just enjoy the wonder of this amazing night.

Yet he still wasn’t surprised when Brannie suddenly barked, “Oh, shut up!”

Aidan laughed. “But I didn’t say anything!”

* * *

Rhiannon and Bercelak walked down a private, human-sized corridor of Devenallt Mountain. Moving slow, taking her time, Rhiannon rested her head against Bercelak’s shoulder and held his hand.

“Lovely night,” she said.

“Too many royals. And Gwenvael kept trying to hug me.”

Rhiannon chuckled and moved aside to allow a robed She-dragon carrying several books to pass as they stepped into an even tighter passageway.

The pair had just gone past another entrance to one of the libraries they had inside the mountain when Rhiannon stopped walking, pulling Bercelak up short.

He looked down at her, frowning in concern when she suddenly shuddered. Rhiannon recognized the energy coming from that other female. “You all right, luv?”

Rhiannon released Bercelak’s hand and quickly walked back to the passageway turn. She could see the robed She-dragon still striding along in no particular rush.

“Brigida?” Rhiannon called out and the She-dragon stopped and, slowly, turned to look back at them.

Rhiannon let out a sharp gasp and Bercelak’s “Holy shit,” echoed through the chamber.

The now-young Brigida grinned at them but before Rhiannon could stop her, she opened a doorway and was gone.

“I don’t understand,” Bercelak blurted out. “How could she . . . how did she . . .?”

“Do you know the worst part of what that treacherous, psychotic bitch has done?” Rhiannon asked her mate, her hands curling into fists, her entire body shaking with barely contained rage. “That I now have to go back and tell that boy he was right!”

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