Me, Ciaran

“The only way to purge her kind of evil is by fire,” the woman said, and her voice was eerily calm.

“Fire won’t work,” Eoghan said. “The boy would save her. There must be another way.”

Ciaran spluttered. “You can’t talk about her like she’s not here. And you can’t kill her - she’s done nothing wrong.”

“Be careful, boy,” Eoghan said, and Ciaran flinched at the sheer hatred in his voice. “One would think she has enslaved you with her evil power. Perhaps you are in need of purging as well.”

“If you kill me,” Brenna said, “let Ciaran live.”