Read Shadowmagic - Sons of Macha for Free Online Page B

have been some police brutality.
    â€˜You’re right, I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I wasn’t thinking.’
    â€˜You’re damn right you weren’t thinking. She could have been killed, or driven insane. What possessed you to do it?’
    â€˜Ruby showed up in my room and said that you promised her a pony but were being slow about it.’
    â€˜So you just went and got her a pony?’
    â€˜Well,’ I shrugged, ‘she’s kinda hard to say no to.’
    Brendan relaxed and sat down. ‘Yeah, I can’t argue with that, but you’ve got to remember that even though she acts like she’s forty-two she’s only twelve.’
    â€˜I know, and I’m really sorry. I promise it won’t happen again and I won’t take her anywhere without you knowing about it.’
    He patted me on the head like I was a schoolboy. ‘You are forgiven, Mr O’Neil. So,’ he said, changing the subject, ‘how are you?’
    â€˜I’m fine. Dad said I was out of it for three days.’
    â€˜The oak roughed you up a bit, eh?’
    â€˜The specifics of what happened are fading now. All I remember is that he made me remember every bad thing I had ever done and I couldn’t stop it. It was horrible.’
    â€˜As bad as being arrested for your dad’s murder?’
    â€˜I don’t want to bruise your ego, Detective Fallon, but compared to the oak – you’re a pushover.’
    A commotion outside the door made us both turn. A woman was screaming and guards were shouting.
    â€˜O gods,’ Brendan said, ‘I might be a pushover but my mother is not. If she gets in here she’s going to tear your head off.’
    The door opened and a very fierce looking Nora stomped towards me in a way that reminded me of an attacking Banshee. I looked to my left and saw there was a vial of that medicine on my bedside table. I grabbed it and downed it in one. Nora started screaming. I heard it but really didn’t care as I snuggled blissfully down into the satin bed of my unconsciousness.

    When you take one of Mom/Fand’s potions you really do go out. No dreams, no visions, no nothing. I had no idea how long I had been asleep. It could have been days or minutes. When I woke up I opened one eye and had a look around. Sitting at my bedside, reading a book, was Essa.
    She was back to her beautiful young-looking self. I just watched as she brushed a wisp of hair away from her forehead with a gesture that I knew oh so well.
    â€˜Hey, old lady,’ I said and then braced myself. Essa had been plenty mad at me for so much of the time that I knew her that I was never sure if our meeting was going to be pleasant or not. But then she smiled and my body relaxed and my heart pounded.
    â€˜Hi, I … was worried about you.’
    I looked around the room to see if anybody else was there. ‘You talkin’ to me?’
    She laughed. ‘Yes I am. Are you OK?’
    I sat up. ‘I am now.’ There was an awkward silence where we just stared at each, other until I broke it with, ‘You look good without the wrinkles and the grey hair.’
    â€˜Why, thank you,’ she said with a nod of her head.
    â€˜What’s it like drinking Tuan’s blood?’
    â€˜Gross but kind of – wonderful. I haven’t felt this good in years. I have tons of energy.’
    â€˜Maybe I should order a green dragon cocktail for myself?’
    â€˜Maybe we should get my father to whip up some Tuan blood wine?’
    We both laughed. It was nice – normal. Could it be that I was forgiven? I wondered. Could Essa and I ever be – normal?
    The question was cut short by the sound of bare feet slapping against the stone floor. I was smothered in kisses even before I could see whose lips were administering them. Not that I had to look, there’s only one mermaid in all of The Land that greets me like that.
    â€˜Oh Conor,’
kiss,