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She looked Larkin in the eye now, so he would see that comfort, sympathy couldn’t stand in front of sense and strategy. “If he’d gone for the throat, I’d be dead. Yeah, probably, I’d be dead and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I know what I felt when I saw that thing coming for me. In the good black suit his mother had picked out for him to be buried in. I know what those people inside those caves feel, at least I know a part of it. If they can’t be saved, death’s kinder than what’s waiting for them.”
    He closed his hand over her wrist, completely covering the scar, surprising her with the gentleness of the touch. “Did you love the boy?”
    â€œYeah. Well, the way you do when you’re that age.” She’d almost forgotten that, nearly forgotten how sad she’d been, even through the pain. “All I could do for him was take him out, and take out the one who’d killed him.”
    â€œIt cost you more than this.” Larkin lifted her hand, brushed his lips over the scar. “More than the pain and the burn.”
    She’d nearly forgotten, too, she realized, what it was like to have someone understand. “Maybe it did, but it taught me something important. You can’t save everyone.”
    â€œThat’s a sad lesson. Don’t you think, even when you know you can’t, you should try anyway?”
    â€œThat’s amateur talk. This isn’t a game or a contest. Somebody beats you in this, you die.”
    â€œWell, Cian’s not here to dispute the matter, but would you want to live forever?”
    She let out a short laugh. “Hell, no.”
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    T here were others along that lonely stretch of cliff and sea. But not as many as Blair had expected. The views were amazing, but she supposed there were others, equally dramatic, and more easily accessible.
    They parked, and took what weapons and tools they could most easily conceal. Someone might spot her sword in its back sheath under the long leather coat, Blair decided. But they’d have to be looking. And then, what were they going to do about it?
    She studied the lay of the land, the road, the other cars parked along it. A middle-aged couple had climbed to some of the tabletop rocks at the base of the cliff, where it now met the road. Looking out to sea—and completely oblivious to the nightmare that lived below.
    â€œOkay, so it’s over the seawall and down. Gonna get wet,” she concluded, looking down at the narrow strip of shale, then the teeth of the rocks where the water swirled and plumed. She glanced back at the others. “Can you handle this?”
    As an answer, Larkin rolled over the wall. She started to shout at him to wait, to wait one damn minute, but he was already heading down the jagged drop that faced the sea.
    He didn’t change into a lizard, she observed, but he could sure as hell climb like one. She had to give him A’s for balls and agility.
    â€œOkay, Moira. Take it slow. If you slip, your cousin should break your fall.” As Moira went over, Blair looked at Glenna.
    â€œNever did any rock climbing,” Glenna muttered. “Never could figure out the damn point until now. So, I guess there’s always a first time.”
    â€œYou’ll be fine.” But Blair watched Moira’s progress,and was relieved she was proving nearly as agile as her cousin. “The drop’s not that bad from here. It won’t kill you.”
    She didn’t add that bones would be broken. She didn’t have to. Hoyt and Glenna went over together, and Blair followed.
    There were some reasonably good handholds, she discovered—as long as you weren’t worried about your manicure. She concentrated on getting the job done, ignored the cold spray as she worked her way down.
    Hands gripped her waist, lifted her down the last couple of feet. “Thanks,” she told Larkin, “but I’ve got