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Chapter Forty-Two: Doe, A Deer

As much as she hated leaving the issue unsettled with Caius, it was difficult to hold on to acrimony when they crossed into Bael. It was picturesque and reminded her strongly of pictures she had seen of Scotland in her books. When she mentioned that to Eamon, he said, “Ireland would be more apt, since our people settled that region when some emigrated from Bael, but the geography is similar. Those Baelic folk used their magic to shape their new realm to resemble Bael.”

“Amazing.” As much as she had learned about magic, and how to use it, hearing what it could do still surprised her sometimes. “Where are we heading?” As she asked, the portal closed behind them. For a moment, she feared Caius would leave them there and not reopen it. Realizing that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, she stepped away from it—also knowing he wouldn’t give up the Trueblood he wanted to control.

“Ascaya, which is the capitol.” Eamon made a sharp whistling sound with his mouth, but