“Come back safely,” she said, and she pulled him into a kiss.
Ciaran reached up with his free hand, twined his fingers into her hair, and kissed her back.
“I will,” he whispered against her mouth when he pulled back.
“Bring the fire,” Brenna whispered, and then she stepped away, raised her sword. “Fág an bealach!”
The rest of the ranks threw their heads back and roared. Ciaran roared with them. When the shouting died down, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eoghan, Dolan, and the rest of the villagers cowering in the doorways of their houses.
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