mouth, I hated myself for saying them. But I couldn’t stop. “What if you’re heading into some
kind of trap?”
Hunter didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. We both knew that Sky would never have told Hunter he should go to Canada unless she had some overwhelming evidence. I pulled out a chair and sat down at the breakfast table, my forehead in my palm. This can’t be happening, I thought dizzily. Now that I was safe, Hunter was leaving. I tried to focus on my breathing, on pulling the fresh air into my lungs and letting the old air go. For a crazy moment I wished that I could be in some sort of horrible danger. It was a very strange thing, to realize that I would rather have my life in jeopardy with Hunter than to be safe . . . without him. “Morgan,” Hunter said. His voice grew quieter. “We’remùirn beatha dàns . You know I love you completely. But you also know how I feel about my parents. You wouldn’t want me to pass up this chance, would you?”
Yes, I thought. I opened my mouth to say it, but I couldn’t. How could I tell him that? What would it do to our love?
“No,” I whispered. “I want you to find them.” “I knew that was what you would say.” Hunter’s voice was a caress. I inhaled. I exhaled. I ran my fingers over the ridges of the cotton place mat. It felt impossibly normal to me, incongruously simple.
Out of nowhere, the words Alisa had spoken over a week ago echoed in my mind.I wish things could stay the way they are.For a brief moment I’d been safe, my family had been happy, and I’d
known who mymùirn beatha dàntruly was. And now he was leaving me. I remembered the vision I’d had, the one in which Hunter had waved good-bye, and I tried not to think that this separation was permanent.
Trust me.The words hadn’t been spoken, yet they seemed to be all around me, spinning lazily
like dandelion fluff on a summer wind. I looked out the kitchen window. The night was dark, and the moon was out. I couldn’t see any stars, but I knew they were there. I could picture them, waiting patiently, their light cutting through the infinite darkness. Fire had never looked so cold to me.
Trust me.
What choice did I have?
“I do,” I said.
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To the real Erin Murphy
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
1 - The Meeting
2 - Contact
3 - Attack
4 - The Vision
5 - Forces
6 - Restricted
7 - Danger
8 - Loss
9 - Fear
10 - Confrontation
11 - Connection
12 - Restoration
13 - Flame
14 - Heal
15 - Lift
16 - Letting