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strength.
    Lucan and Fallon had always been there for him, even when he hadn’t wanted them. Now, Quinn would chew off his own arm just to be with them again. To sit in their ruin of a castle and share a meal together.
    Quinn had wanted to run away. It was what had gotten him caught, but looking back now, he realized that he hadn’t run from his brothers. He had been running from himself.
    What a fool he’d been. What a fool he still was. Apodatoo had grown stronger every time Quinn couldn’t manage his rage. It wouldn’t be long before the god had him in his command. And that’s when the true hell would begin. For with the god’s control, then Deirdre would dominate him.
    Quinn had no doubt his brothers would come for him, but he prayed it was before Apodatoo and Deirdre took control. If he fell, he knew in his heart, his brothers would follow. And Quinn couldn’t let that happen.
    Lucan had just found Cara, and though she was mortal, they had a love that Quinn could only dream about. Then there was Fallon. He had stepped back from his drinking, and he had let his god out to save Cara.
    The only one that hadn’t changed was him. Not that Quinn deserved a second chance at anything. He hadn’t been there to save his son and wife, and he had let his brothers down too many times.
    Then fight your god!
    It was much easier said than done. Yet, Quinn knew his very life rested on this.
    The chains that held him were strengthened with magic, which prevented him from pulling loose, unlike the first time Deirdre chained him. Since he couldn’t get free, the only thing he could do was battle his god.
    Quinn took a deep breath and fought to manage the anger that ripped through him. With each beat of his heart he concentrated on pushing his god down. After agonizing moments, he felt the god retreat. For the time being.
    He blinked in the darkness. Deirdre hadn’t even left a candle for him, but then again he could see well enough in the dark not to need one. He didn’t need light to know his skin was no longer black, his claws and fangs had retreated, and his eyes were once more normal.
    He had won against Apodatoo this time, but each time would be more difficult. And in his human form, it left him vulnerable to the attacks he knew were imminent.
    Larena held her breath, waiting for Fallon to lean in and place his lips over hers. Her body shivered in anticipation as she gazed into his dark green eyes. She saw loneliness, but she also saw hunger in his depths.
    And to her surprise, she felt her own hunger rise up within her. She desperately wanted Fallon to kiss her, wanted to know what his lips felt like.
    Already her blood had heated and her heart raced with the feel of Fallon’s body against hers.
    She forgot about hiding from Deirdre, she forgot about the Scroll she kept secreted away. All that mattered was the man who held her between his rock-hard body and the door.
    Just as she thought she would get her kiss, he spun her away from him and jerked open the door.
    Larena blinked at the empty space that Fallon hadjust occupied. She couldn’t believe he had left. She had felt so sure the passion was mutual between them.
    Then the screams registered in her ears. She rushed to the doorway and leaned out. Something had panicked the entire castle.
    She lifted her skirts in her hand and ran toward the shrieks. Halfway to the great hall she heard it—the unmistakable screech of a wyrran.
    “Nay,” she whispered, and ran faster.
    Why was a wyrran at the castle? Had Deirdre learned of her? Or was it here because of Fallon? None of it mattered at the moment. The only thing that did matter was killing the ugly creature.
    When she reached the corridor that led to the great hall she had to push and shove her way through the crowd running from the hall. She heard someone shout her name and looked over to see Malcolm. His blue eyes held a wealth of worry, telling her without words that her worst fear had come to pass. Deirdre had