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going to have a problem.” Ferrin smiled that wicked grin that had always made Carantha laugh and usually ravage him soon after.
    With his shoulder-length ebony hair and dark coloring, Ferrin looked more like a pirate than a member of the usually fair-haired Amiantos coven. Dorand had always suspected that difference was why Carantha seemed to favor him at times. Ferrin had an air of danger about him that Dorand, for all his size and temper, knew he could never possess. He might be six feet four and out-weigh his clan brother by nearly fifty pounds, but anyone who knew him well knew that Dorand was a soft touch. Beneath his tough exterior, beat the heart of a peace-loving woodsman, not a fighter.
    Until now. Now he was ready to fight, to kill. All he needed was a name.
    “Let’s do this, Ferrin. For her.”
    “We will reach her. We’re going to find out who did this, and we’re going to make them wish they had never been born onto this earth.” Ferrin’s lust for vengeance was clear in every word, and Dorand’s body answered with lust of its own, his cock beginning to thicken between his legs.
    “Yes, we will,” he answered, stroking his hand up and down Ferrin’s shaft, coaxing him to a state of full arousal. The night was cold, but the skin beneath his hands was burning, hot with need, with power. This was how their magic had always worked best, and Dorand could feel that old, familiar swell of potential energy begin to gather in the air between them.
    “Close your eyes,” Ferrin said, taking Dorand’s cock in one hand and cupping his tingling sac with the other.
    Dorand’s eyes slid shut, and he immediately found it was easier like this, easier to imagine it was Carantha’s hand caressing his sac, stroking the juncture of his thighs and groin. Easier to imagine Ferrin’s shaft was thickening as he prepared to thrust into Carantha’s ass while Dorand lost himself inside Carantha’s sweet, tight pussy again and again until they were all spent, until their power reached a fever pitch and released itself. Until their spell was cast.
    They’d raised spirits dead hundreds of years with the strength of their deathspeaking spells, making their coven famous again in the modern world. Amiantos hardly ever worked in threes, but no one could deny that they had been the most powerful force their clan had produced in years. That Dorand, Ferrin and Carantha were such a strong triad was a source of wonder to their people.
    Had been a source of wonder until Beltane, when Carantha’s broken and mutilated body was found in the woods. Here, in this spot. This was where she had died, where some bastard had tortured his lover, his friend, made her scream and no doubt beg for the release of death before he struck the final blow.
    “Dorand.” Ferrin’s voice was thickening, taking on that lazy edge that it always had when the three of them had been together. “What are you thinking about?”
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    “Nothing,”
    “Then why are you going soft, man?”
    “Why are you mentioning it? Bringing attention to the problem is certainly no cure,” Dorand barked, squeezing Ferrin’s cock none too softly.
    Ferrin grunted in response, but Dorand knew he would never say uncle. Ferrin was good with pain and at times actually seemed to enjoy a little mixed in with his pleasure.
    “How many times have our cocks rubbed together while we made love to Carantha, how many times have we kissed over our sweet girl’s head? The fact that she’s not here tonight means nothing.”
    “It means everything.”
    “Don’t be a fool.”
    “Don’t talk.” Dorand’s voice shook and he was glad he’d kept his eyes closed. He might have kissed Ferrin before, helped him make love to their woman, but there was no way he’d let the other man see him cry. Besides, the bastard was right. If he kept dwelling on Carantha’s murder, they would have no chance to avenge her.
    Ferrin’s hands returned to his shaft, stroking Dorand’s