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yanking the blade upward.
    Almost immediately Kyran and Talin were there, plunging their blades into him.
    River pulled her weapon out and watched the Dark fall and then disintegrate into ash before floating away as the others had. She checked each of the books to make sure none was damaged. Only then did she breathe easily.
    “I think we need to talk,” Kyran said as he came to stand beside her.
    River faced him. “And I think you need to leave.”

Chapter Three
    Kyran wasn’t going anywhere. There was a half-Fae before him who not only managed to get her hands on a Fae weapon, but knew how to use it. She also knew a lot about the Fae.
    He heard Talin moving behind him, but Kyran was too engrossed with the librarian. River. The name evoked fluidity, refinement, and strength.
    When he’d first seen her standing there with her dark hair pulled back in a bun so severe it looked painful, her black glasses, and the frumpy clothes, he nearly laughed.
    Then Kyran saw her fight. She moved as if she’d been born to the weapon. With her glasses gone, he saw how pale her blue eyes were. They were a beacon in her face, drawing everyone’s gaze to their odd color.
    The battle had shaken her tight bun so that long dark brown hair hung straight and glossy down the middle of her back. Kyran wanted to sink his fingers into the length and grab hold of it, to keep her steady as he kissed her.
    She watched him with one thin chocolate brow arched. With her hair down, she didn’t look so stern. She had impossibly high cheekbones and lips so full they made him long to have them on his skin.
    Kyran lowered his gaze from her beautiful face and unusual eyes. The battle had done its damage to her clothes as well. The top two buttons of her shirt had come undone, giving him a glimpse of the swells of her breasts.
    And bright pink lace.
    He ached for
    He looked at her plain blue plaid skirt and navy shirt. They were clothes an elderly human would wear. Not a woman like River.
    But how he ached. For her.
    To have her, to hold her.
    To make love to her.
    Kyran wanted - no, he yearned – to have her near again so he could inhale her fresh scent and femininity. They way she stood up to him turned him on as nothing else could.
    Her pale blue eyes glittered with anger as she held the dagger to his neck. Never had he seen anything so stunning – or wanted anything more.
    River.
    If they were alone, he’d already have her in his arms, kissing her, touching her. He wanted to feel her melt against him, to feel her give into the attraction that had both of them in its grip.
    Her lips parted as their gazes held. Kyran barely held himself back from reaching for her.
    “We need to tell Cael about this,” Talin said as he came up beside Kyran.
    “Then go tell him.”
    River cocked her head to the side. “Both of you go tell him. I want you gone. Now.”
    “Not going to happen,” Kyran said.
    She raised her dagger in front of her. “If I have to make you, I’ll do it.”
    “How do you know of us?” Kyran asked.
    She glanced away. “The how doesn’t matter. I do.”
    Talin made a sound. “Actually, it does matter.”
    “Why?” She shot him a look, her pale blue eyes pinning him. “Your kind comes here, sleeps with a mortal, and leaves without a second thought. You don’t care how you left the mortal or the consequences of such a union. All you care about is your pleasure.”
    Talin shifted feet uncomfortably. “Those are a lot of generalities.”
    “Tell me it isn’t true,” River demanded. “Tell me the Light don’t do that.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Now tell me about the Light who return and see if they have any offspring? Or better yet, tell me about the females who keep the babies in the Fae world.”
    Kyran was amazed at how much River knew of their world. She was roasting Talin. And he wasn’t keen on her turning that ire on him.
    Talin shrugged helplessly. “The half-Fae offspring don’t always have magic. They could never