Cliodhna of the Fair Hair studied her large, blond companion. They’d been enemies, allies or lovers over the millennia. Apart for the last fifteen years, what were they to each other now?
“Time will tell,” he said.
“Oh, do stop reading my mind! You know that annoys me.”
“Not always.” Bres winked.
Cliodhna sighed. “Are we nearly there?”
He pulled the SUV to the side of the road. “We are there. This is Keshcorran. Must we climb to the caves for you to contact her?” Bres asked.
“She will hear my song across the ocean. The distance to the caves is no obstacle.” Cliodhna reached for the door latch.
“Wait.” Bres went outside to hold open her door, extending his hand. Surprised, she took it.
Bres kissed her fingertips. “For luck,” he answered her unspoken question. Looking toward the hill, he said gravely, “And so it begins.”
Cliodhna shook her head. “No. This is how it ends.” Standing tall, she began to sing.