Morrigan has finally taken her vows as a Ranger and accepted her Tuillaryn, but their first mission as a team is far from what any of them expected. Demons are no longer entering the Realms randomly. Whole legions are attacking kingdoms, as if they are looking for something. As the attacks increase, Morrigan tries to focus on their mission, but with her bond unraveling with Tristan and a Fae Prince all to happy to step in to his place, she feels as though she is losing ground. Find the source of the attacks, defeat a dark goddess and maintain her balance and bond with her Tuillaryn. That should be easy. Right? “How many,” she asked bluntly. “Twice what we have seen before,” he said hotly. The Queen swore under her breath. “Take care of it. I have to alert the other kingdoms.” Prince Aerron nodded and reached for me and my sisters. Without a word to those around us, we grasped his hands and arms and let him weave us out to where he had seen the demons. I didn’t worry about those we had left on the roof. This was normal by now. All of them kept the secret for the Queen and her King. I made the mistake of reaching out to my Tuillaryn on a whim. I felt him in his rooms. He wasn’t alone. Lady Gemadine was with him, babbling about how happy her father would be and how they would have a new manor built on their land and on and on. All I felt from Tristan was cool indifference, but she was in his lap and was pulling off his shirt. I slammed the door on the bond and a hot rage filled me. I didn’t stamp down on the power filling me that I had never felt before. The runes flared to life on my skin and I unleashed myself on the demon camp. I moved with lethal efficiency through the bodies of lesser and higher demons. Everything slowed down as I sliced through necks and cut down demons before they even knew what hit them. It was like a dance, like Prince Aerron had tried to teach me so long ago. Every move was effortless. When it was over, I stood on the edge of the killing field I had created and stared at my sisters. No one moved a muscle. The Prince just stared at me. Aine was finally spurred in to action and began searching through the bags around the fallen for any information. Rhiannon shook her head and stepped out in the trees to look for any I may have missed. I waited patiently for them to finish their tasks. Prince Aerron wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. He looked at me with a mixture of awe, love and fear. It was the fear that got me. I had scared him on a deep, instinctual level and I could feel it in my bones. No one wanted to touch me when it was time to leave as there wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t covered in back ichor. I was about to reach for Prince Aerron’s arm when I felt something dark slide against my soul. I fell to my knees, doubled over and was violently sick. He reached my side first and held on to me as I retched over and over, black ichor and what looked like tar poured out of my mouth.