“Sounds like a helicopter,” Declan said. Everyone looked around for the source. It seemed to be coming from the sky.
“Maybe there’s a late wedding guest,” Anna said.
“It’s not a helicopter,” Ronan said, drawing his sword. “I’ve heard that sound before.”
Anna didn’t question his actions, but drew her dagger. The air wavered, and a shadow appeared. The warriors backed up, staring in shock as the shadow formed and a fortress appeared in the middle of one of the larger fields. “It’s Tristol’s fortress,” Anna whispered. She and the other warriors formed a line.
Tavis ran up to her. “Get back, Anna. Please.”
“We talked about this. I’m a warrior.”
“And you’re going to be a mother.”
“I can be both, for now.”
Tavis growled, but he stood next to her, or rather, in front of her.
The fortress was huge, dwarfing the Connor castle, which sat nearby. The door to the fortress opened, and a man stepped out. He was smiling, until he saw the wedding party. His smile faded, and he looked stunned. He turned back to the fortress.
“No,” Ronan whispered, then louder, “Stop!” He and Declan started running after the man.
“Bloody hell,” Tavis said. “It’s the hybrid.”
Anna supposed this released her from her vow of secrecy. “His name is Cam.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I HAVE SO many people to thank for helping me create this story. My family, of course; my agent, Christine Witthohn; and my developmental editor, Clarence Haynes. And my editor, Kelli Martin, Goddess Jessica, and the Montlake team. You’re all wonderful. Thanks for everything you do. And to my critique partner, Dana Rodgers, and my beta readers, Lori McDermit, Tamie Holman, Becca Sellers, and Fawn Johns. Thanks, ladies. You rock!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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NEW YORK TIMES and USA Today bestselling author Anita Clenney grew up an avid reader, devouring Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books before moving on to mysteries and romance. After working as a secretary, a Realtor, teacher’s assistant, booking agent for Aztec Fire Dancers, and a brief stint in a pickle factory (picture Lucy and Ethel—lasted half a day), she realized she’d missed the fork in the road that led to her destiny. Now she spends her days writing mysteries and paranormal romantic suspense about powerful relics, secret warriors, ancient evil, and destined love. Anita lives in suburban Virginia, outside Washington, DC, with her husband and two kids. You can learn more about her writing at www.anitaclenney.com.