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Chapter Nine

Brenna had been waiting for their return, having seen the vision of Cameron falling from the sky as it was happening. When Ian had first returned with his brother in his claws, she’d been afraid Cameron was dead, but there had been a sense of urgency about Ian, and when he called for help, she’d been able to breathe again.

She’d remained at the periphery, hoping no one would notice or challenge her right to be there as she followed them up the stairs into his bedchamber. Only when she heard him calling for her had she managed to break her paralysis and stop hovering on the fringes so she could approach him. When she had taken the seat beside him on the bed, it felt like coming home.

Now, several days later, it still felt like that as she held his hand and watched him sleep. It was a far more restful sleep than he had enjoyed for the first forty-eight hours after being brought back with a magical poison coursing through his veins. Agnes had never faltered in her conviction