Brenna scooped up her silver bowl, and Ciaran had the sudden notion that he knew exactly how she could predict the coming attacks. As the group trekked through the woods, Ciaran hung back beside Brenna.
“It’s the man in the water, isn’t it? He tells you what’s coming,” he said quietly.
She smiled up at him. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“Thanks,” Ciaran said. “I think.”
Brenna pressed a firm kiss to his mouth. “It was a compliment.”
“You can’t distract me by kissing me all the time,” Ciaran said, annoyed.
“I’m not trying to distract you all the time.”
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