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small, oh so human hands.
     
    Excited to track the woman down immediately, Adam called the Druid to tell him the news. Their wait was over. “Pack your things. Tonight. We have much to do in the morning,” and tossed his phone down on the desk.
     
    By Danu, Adam was a ferocious wreck, already kicking into battle mode to the point his legs had him pacing and his hand itching for his sword. It had been a long time since he felt like this. Bloodlust started to pulse in his veins causing his muscles to bunch and flex. Thighs thick and hard, he paced like a caged animal in his room. Lorcan. That whoreson was out there hiding, and now Adam had a way to find him and the way was Rowan.
     
    Adam and Lorcan have a long history together and they had unfinished business. As two of the original seven Fae created by the Gods, they were warriors that protected their lands under the Goddess Morrigan’s hand. They were Sidhes, the strongest and most powerful of the Fae. But Lorcan wanted more than a sword and his honor, he wanted power.
     
    Greedy and selfish, Lorcan wanted his own domain and fell from grace after trying a ruthless and corrupt attempt to seize a power belonging only to the Gods themselves. Lorcan was cast out of the Faelands and banished from all other Fae worlds. He was a great loss to the Fae, or so Adam once felt. Lorcan was a damn skilled fighter. But the Gods saw him for what he truly was – weak, selfish, and greedy.
     
    Cast out and stripped of most of his power, Lorcan was forced to live in the human world, a degrading punishment indeed. He suffered much. Too much iron, too many humans and not enough magic to help him sustain even a basic level of power. Mayhap the Gods thought it would humble him to walk among the lowly, but it only fuelled his need for more power. Walking tirelessly through the Highlands, Lorcan searched for some lesser Fae hidden in the trees or under a rock. He planned to coerce the stupid creature into helping him, suck their energies dry if he could. But none such gullible creature was found... until one day when he heard the ranting of a small boy under a tree. As he crept closer to the child, Lorcan watched in awe as the boy’s aura pulsed and vibrated in swirls of vibrant colors. The boy was a very young Druid.
     
    The child was but fourteen summers old, young and green in the ways of the Fae, and clearly just starting to practice his magics. He was pleading for the Gods to save his mother and young sister from the plague that had reached his village. Ah, the Fates were smiling down on Lorcan for once, how simple this would be. Lorcan took advantage of the desperate boy, tricking him into opening a forbidden door that had been locked with the promise of returning with healing powers to help his sick mother and sister. Said the God Belenus himself had sent Lorcan to the boy after hearing his pleas for mercy to spare his family from such illness. Backing his claims, Lorcan shed his glamour and showed his true form, revealing himself to the young Druid, proving that he was indeed a creation of the Gods. Lorcan looked the part too, fierce and strong, though with little power of his own now, Lorcan still stood over seven feet tall, had black wings that stretched the length of his muscular body, and a face of an angel. The young Druid fell for his lies. Desperation can lead to stupidity; it was what Lorcan was hoping for.
     
    Anxious, scared, and foolish, the Druid used what little Fae magic he had already, along with the guidance of this newly found saviour, to unlock a realm that Lorcan told him about. It was a place abandoned and long forgotten to the Fae. Lorcan had remembered it from a battle he’d fought long ago. It was the perfect hiding place for the banished Sidhe.
     
    Blood was offered, words were said, and a hole opened like a spread of black smoke in the air. Lorcan disappeared into the blackness, barring entrance to any outsiders, and left the gullible Druid behind to