The Next

“We should split up,” Deagan said quietly. “Who knows what Eoghan might do.”

“What do you mean?” Ciaran asked. The hurt was starting to fade, and despite the fire he was feeling cold.

“He’s none too pleased that Brenna taught you your power,” Niamh said.

“He wouldn’t hurt her,” Ciaran said, but the words sounded distant, as if someone else were speaking them.

“I think he’s in shock,” Odran said.

“Aye.” Deagan nudged Brenna. “Snap him out of it.”

One moment, Brenna was peering curiously at Ciaran, as if he were an ill bird, the next, she was kissing him.