Lucia drew a long, quivering breath.
She could sense Lestor's impatience, his need to find Silas at any cost. Dimly, through the driving snow, he saw the tight grasp her lovwr had upon his sword and the rigid way he held his body.
The knowledge that the Hibernian were somewhere close by was nerve-racking in the extreme. So little was understood about the other race, the hatred on both sides leading to a dearth of information that was vexing. Lucia had taken it upon herself to research their enemy through the vast ancient historical texts that lay within the palace library. The conflict between their races had gone on for time immemorial, the original reason for the hostilities long since lost.
At first, she had simply been attempting to work on her reading, a skill that she had been sad
