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“Are you sure this will happen? Or has it already happened?”
    Rhiannon steadied herself by placing one hand on the table beside the cauldron. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before releasing it again. For a moment the witch went still. Her breathing became heavier, her expressiontwisting to one of pain. Tiernan noticed her eyes were moving rapidly behind her eyelids, as if she were dreaming or watching a scene unfold within her mind.
    Finally she opened her eyes. “My sight tells me it hasn’t happened yet. Other beings are helping to search for the door that will free Balor. I have no idea how soon they will locate it, though.”
    â€œCopper.” Silver sniffed and wiped the back of her hand across her swollen red eyes. “She was there, tied down in some kind of circle, and her eyes were closed. Someone, something was bleeding her.”
    Tiernan glanced to the frames sitting next to Silver’s computer and saw one of the pictures of the laughing redhead. Every time he saw the pictures he found himself intrigued by the missing woman, almost to the point of obsession. For some reason the thought of something happening to her made him beyond furious, heat quickly chasing away the chill that had overcome him.
    â€œYou are certain it was your sister? You are certain your
vision
is true?” Tiernan asked in a harsh voice.
    Silver’s spine stiffened and her gaze snapped to Tiernan’s. “There is no doubt in my mind.”
    Hawk glared at Tiernan, his jaw tense. “I do not care if you are a
lord
. You do not speak to my mate in such a manner.”
    Before Tiernan could respond, the door swung open. Alyssa and Sydney stumbled into the room. Both witches were flushed, as if from running.
    â€œWe divined where the Balorites and Fomorii are,” Alyssa said in a rush. “But you need to hurry because they are leaving.”
    Tiernan eased around the corner of what appeared to be an abandoned building, his muscles tense and his jaw clenched. His senses were on full alert and his body prepared to unleash his wings and launch into the air at a moment’snotice. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, where it rested beneath his long, black coat.
    It was an unusually warm day for San Francisco, and sweat trickled along the side of his face and down his neck to his chest. He would have preferred the cover of darkness, but if the witches’ scrying was correct the remaining warlocks and Fomorii demons were currently using this building as their base—if they had not yet fled. He was hoping for the former. What he wouldn’t give to kick some demon ass right now. Capturing at least a few warlocks would make his day, too.
    Other than the Elves, the D’Danann warriors were the only beings who could battle and win against the Fomorii. The D’Danann could unfold or hide their large feathered wings at will and had the ability to shield themselves from human or demon sight when searching the skies for signs of whatever beings they looked for. The D’Danann could wrench the head from an enemy and tear his heart out with one strike to the chest.
    The warriors had been summoned to this Otherworld, Earth, by a D’Anu witch just before Samhain. Now, perhaps eight weeks since that time, they were no closer to finding the Fomorii queen or the warlock high priest. They had gone well into hiding, no doubt to regroup after a great many of the Fomorii had been sent back to Underworld on Samhain. Thanks to the D’Anu witches’ divination talents, the D’Danann had come close to finding the Fomorii and warlocks. But for some reason they were always too late, a fact that puzzled the witches. It was thought that perhaps the Balorites had an exceptionally gifted seer who was able to warn the warlocks and Fomorii in time.
    The Balorites were an especially sinister Clan of male and female warlocks who had originally summoned the Fomorii. The Balorites,