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the top of it. The pommel was a dragon’s head with ruby eyes that looked toward the ceiling.
    The blade was clean and sharp with nothing marring the steel until she reached the top where she spotted Celtic knotwork and some language she didn’t recognize.
    “Dragonnish,” she whispered.
    She had never heard of the dragons putting their language into a written form, but she wasn’t surprised. The words flowed elegantly, with a flourish that bespoke an ancient race and a plethora of wisdom.
    Shara wanted to know what the writing said and the meaning of it to Kiril. There wasn’t anything in the house that remotely looked like a dragon except for the sword. The sword was left in plain sight. So obvious most people would have glanced right over it and not thought twice about it. But she had been searching for something that was his.
    He resided in the home, slept in the bed, ate at the kitchen table, and dressed in the clothes that hung in his closet, but the only thing that was Kiril was the sword.
    *   *   *
    Kiril looked at his watch as midnight struck. He had flirted with women at all three pubs he visited, and made sure to show his face at an Doras where Farrell was once again in attendance.
    But he couldn’t find Shara anywhere.
    Kiril had held onto the chance that he might run into the Dark Fae again, but no matter where he looked, she was nowhere to be found. It was almost as if she was hiding from him.
    He was irritated and vexed. It was time for him to return to the estate away from people, but most especially the Dark before he did something stupid like shouting her name up and down the streets.
    Kiril slid out of the booth and stood. He didn’t bother buttoning his suit jacket as he started for the door. As soon as the summer air hit him, he drew in a deep breath and let the pub door close behind him.
    “Leaving so soon?”
    Kiril halted, his muscles tightening for a second. Why was it that Farrell was always near? No matter where Kiril was or what he was doing.
    He turned to the side and looked at Farrell. The Dark Fae had pulled back his silver-streaked hair. His red gaze looked at Kiril with a mix of cool confidence and certainty, as if the bastard thought he had already caught him.
    How Kiril couldn’t wait to take him down.
    Painfully. Deliberately. Leisurely.
    “It’s been a long day.” Kiril started walking again, hoping that Farrell would let him go. He should have known better.
    “There’s no woman on your arm tonight. Don’t tell me one has snagged you already?”
    Kiril stopped again. His mind instantly thought about Shara. She was a setup, and he was pretty sure her absence that night was on purpose. He would play along for the time being, but he needed to keep them on their toes.
    “No’ at all,” Kiril said over his shoulder. “I’ve no’ found a woman yet who has come close to snagging me.”
    He walked away, letting his comments stew in Farrell’s head the rest of the night. Kiril got behind the wheel of his car and started the engine. The roar was loud and deep. He put it in reverse and drove away from the city. Before he turned, Kiril glanced in his rearview mirror to see Farrell staring.
    “Give it a rest,” Kiril muttered and quickly sped out of the city and over the bridge.
    The drive home was uneventful and the weather nice. Still, Kiril didn’t put the top down. It was too much of a temptation to see the sky and not be able to take flight. By the time he turned down the road that would take him to his estate, he was in a foul mood. At least no one would see him in such a state. The staff wouldn’t arrive until right before dawn as they did six days a week.
    Kiril slowed the car as he reached the iron gates blocking entry to the estate. He punched in the code and waited for the gates to open before he drove through, parking the car at the front of the house.
    He no longer cared that the Dark watched him. They had become a fixture, just as Farrell had. At least he