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men had searched, then back to the woman. “Once King Alexander and his queen are freed, with his gratitude at your assistance, I am confident he will agree to assign me a contingent of knights to help find the English knights you seek.” More so if he suspected the English king was plotting to seize Scotland.
    The black-haired man cursed. “We do nae need this Scotsman’s aid.”
    Her ire building, Catarine turned to Atair. “And what are we to do, return to our home and pray that no one else dies?”
    Her senior fey knight’s mouth tightened. “You would be safe.”
    “Would I?” she demanded. “Without us knowing exactly who is behind the assassination as well as the extent of their plans, my entire family’s lives may be in peril.”
    “We canna find a trail, which leads me to ask why? ’Tis nae natural,” Atair said with emphasis. “So how is having this Scot or more men going to help us find what we canna see? In a sennight, the weather could easily have washed away any wisp of a trail.”
    The Scot’s jaw tightened. “I know the land, the people who live here. If Englishmen have passed through, I will find out.”
    Atair rounded on the Lord Grey. “If we help free your king and queen, then after you find naught, we will be left with but mere words.”
    “And if we do nae try, we will be left with the same,” she stated, her heart aching. “Listen to me. By helping Lord Grey, we have a chance to find who is behind this treachery.” Eyes angry, Atair held her gaze, but Catarine refused to look away. “Tell me,” she whispered, damning that they had little but hope to risk their lives upon, “do we give up the slightest chance to find whoever murdered my uncle?”
    Her senior fey warrior’s jaw tightened. “This discussion is moot. You promised after we searched for the trail, you would return . . . home.”
    “I agreed only if you found a sign of the English knights,” Catarine replied, her voice crisp, “which you didna.”
    Atair muttered a curse beneath his breath. “What if the reason is one we did nae consider—’tis erased?”
    “Erased?” she asked, a sickening in her stomach.
    “Aye,” Atair replied, “erased by whoever allowed the English knights entrance to our”—he glanced at the Scot—“castle.”
    Atair meant the Otherworld, a fact he didna wish to disclose to the human. Blast it, he believed whoever led the English knights had enough power to erase the trail with magic. Angry tears burned her throat. If Atair was right, Lord Grey would be of nay help, and their aiding to free his king would be naught but a waste of precious time.
    “Catarine,” Atair said, his words rough. “We must return. The risk is too high for us to remain here .”
    She nodded. “Come, let us—” Wait! Why had she nae thought of it before! Mayhap the human was immune from fey magic and could indeed help?
    “What is it?” Sionn asked her.
    As if she could discuss anything about the Otherworld with Lord Grey standing where he might hear? They dealt with someone holding powerful magic, a fact proven by the English knights’ ability to enter the Otherworld as well as the spell-tipped arrows designed to kill the fey. But the spell that was cast to erase the trail was intended for the fey. A chance existed that the human was immune to its powers and could help.
    “However slight,” Catarine said with emphasis, “a chance exists that Lord Grey can aid us in our task. And, ’tis a chance I am willing to take.”
    Atair arched a doubtful brow, and Drax crossed his arms. The other fey warriors watched her, equally as unconvinced.
    “I will explain more later.” And she prayed she was right.

Chapter Three
    Catarine faced Trálin. “We will aid you in freeing your king, but you must give me your word that after, you will help us as well.”
    Though relieved, neither would Trálin let down his guard. Whatever the lass wished to explain to her warriors, she wanted to ensure he did nae hear.