Chapter Nine: Fionn
There was a time when I held Brianne Lamarre in high esteem.
She has class, no doubt about that. She also has conversation, wit and humour, and a personal style I admire. She’s exactly the type of person I’d want for a friend, in short, were it not for the incidental fact that she has no morals whatsoever.
We found that out a long time ago.
I haven’t seen or heard from her for many years. Presumably she went back to that undersea palace she’s so proud of, and has contented herself with draining (and drowning) an occasional mortal ever since.
Her turning up at Eventide tonight of all nights might be a coincidence, but her making a beeline straight for Cellann’s table could not be.
I smiled as I strolled up to join them. ‘Ah, have we discovered the identity of the s
