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entered.
“Nice seein’ ya in town again.”
    “ Thanks, Sean,” she
replied with a wave. She shook off the rain in the doorway and
crossed to the small booth near the bar that she and her father
usually shared.
    “ Ye want the usual?” Sean
asked. A burly redhead who towered over her, his face was flushed
from the heat of the warm pub. She’d always felt comfortable around
him. He was one of the only people who didn’t shy away from her or
treat her like she was a leper. Once, she thought she’d seen the
same shimmer of power around him that she saw around her
father.
    “ Yes, thanks, Sean.” She
peeled off the thick coat and draped it over one bench before
seating herself facing the door, as her father had taught her. Sean
brought her a bowl of thick beef stew, soda bread, and a
Coke.
    “ You fall again?” he
asked, gaze on her bruised cheekbone.
    “ Yeah.” She looked away.
He said nothing else and moved away.
    Yully ate slowly, enjoying the stew enough
to start a second bowl. Some of the locals she knew from her
frequent visits seated themselves before Sean at the bar. One
glanced her way, his gaze lingering. Self-conscious of the effect
her gift had on people, she moved deeper into the booth. Normally,
she’d leave before it got too crowded; her father preferred she
avoided people altogether. With nothing but her troubled thoughts,
the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the
road, she didn’t feel like leaving just yet.
    Instead, she started a third bowl of the
soup and watched the pub fill with people.
    “ Enjoy,” Sean said,
reappearing from the kitchen doors behind her to place a bowl of
warm toffee pudding on the table.
    “ Oh, Sean,” she said with
a smile. “I’ve already had three bowls of stew!”
    “ It’s from the gentleman
o’er there,” he said and indicated a booth near the door with the
tilt of his head.
    “ Could I take it to go?”
she asked.
    He hesitated, and her senses tingled in
warning. Sean smiled finally and whisked it away. Yully watched
him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her
father lately. She wasn’t sure why he’d care if she ate or took her
dessert home.
    Unless there was something wrong with it.
She looked down at her stew, her father’s warnings coming back to
her thoughts. He’d claimed someone would try to kill her, and the
man they sought was here. She’d long since thought her father was
paranoid, if not crazy. Sean poisoning her made no sense.
    It’s from the gentleman o’er there.
    She searched the busy pub with her gaze.
There were a lot of tourists in town, probably for the autumn
equinox, which drew people from around the world every year. She
wasn’t sure who Sean was trying to indicate had sent her the
dessert.
    “ Here you go,” he said and
placed the small brown paper bag on the table before her. “Have a
good night, Ms. Yully.”
    “ Oh, here,” she said and
reached for her purse.
    “ No worries. The gentleman
paid for your dinner.”
    “ Which gentleman?” she
asked. “I’d like to thank him.”
    “ Right over there.” He
pointed to a small table across the pub, and she wondered how she’d
missed the men at the table.
    “ Thanks.”
    Sean returned to the bar. Two men sat at the
table, one with blond hair and the other like something out of a
movie. Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and
brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms. His hair was
long and black, braided down his back. While it was hard to tell
his height when he was seated, he looked to be Sean’s size, well
over six feet tall. He sat like he owned the pub, leaning back in
the chair in a display of relaxed power. His smiles to his
companion were easy and his gaze wary.
    He shimmered, like her father did.
    Yully’s stomach turned. This had to be the
man her father warned her about! She made a show of resting her
coat across the table, as if to say she wasn’t leaving, and crossed
to the small