Son of Brighid

“So you’ve met him,” Deagan said.


Brenna nodded, finished skinning the rabbit with a swift tug. “Hair almost the color of wine, eyes the color of the sea - as you said.”

“I’m surprised Eoghan let you near him,” Niamh said, handed Brenna a spit for the rabbit.

“Eoghan didn’t,” Brenna said.

Malachy laughed. “That’s our brave lass. What did you think of him?”

“He’s just a boy,” Brenna said. “Nothing to be afraid of.”

“The son of Brighid is a mighty force. We should all fear him,” Odran said, his blind gaze fixed on nothingness. “He isn’t human. Not really.”