“Da?” Ciaran asked again. His arms were beginning to buckle.
Brenna reached out and caught him by the wrist, pulled him up, and really, she was good with a sword, but should she have been that strong?
Eoghan shook his head. “All his life, I protected him from that vile power, and then you - you taught it to him. And he used it to kill. It killed his mother!”
Ciaran cast a glance at Dolan, but he was looking away, embarrassed.
“Da, now’s not the time. We need to run.”
“I told you,” Eoghan said, “to never light a fire.”
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