Stars of Fortune (The Guardians Trilogy 1)

With his eyes on hers, Bran used the tip of the knife, held her finger over the vial so three drops slid inside.

“There now.” As he might with a child, he kissed her fingertip. And the tiny wound healed.

“It didn’t hurt.”

“Because you’re very brave. And your courage is in your blood as well.”

“What will you make me?”

“A surprise.” Now he kissed her cheek, then turned, looked at Sasha. “I could use your help with it.”

She went with him.

“You don’t seem very concerned about this Malmon,” Sasha said.

“He’s a man, however dangerous.”

He walked into his room. As he slept in Sasha’s now, he’d arranged his as strictly a workspace. At the moment, his cauldron sat on a waist-high stone pedestal in the center of the room.

“Bran, it’s one thing to fight, even kill those things Nerezza sends at us. But human beings?”

Killers, he thought, but only nodded. “There are ways to defend, even attack, without spilling blood. I’m working on just that here for Annika.”

She looked in the cauldron, frowned at the amber liquid. “What is it?”

“That’s where I could use your help. I’ve nearly done the mix, but what I add, how I proceed depends on what shape it will take.”

“What will it do?”

“Deflect. Destroy, yes, what is conjured from the dark, as it will deflect with light.”

“A shield?”

“I’m considering.” He circled the cauldron as he spoke. “A small shield—she’s agile enough to learn to use it, move with it.”

“But she wouldn’t have her hands free.”

“Also a consideration. A kind of breastplate, perhaps, but then it would be stationary, only move as she moves. She wouldn’t be able to defend herself from both front and flank, or only as she turns, and even as quick as she is . . .”

She could see Annika in a breastplate—the lithe and lovely warrior princess. “How would it work, exactly?”

“With a beam of light. The beam strikes what’s made of dark. Deflects, destroys. The shield might be—”

“Can it be two?” she interrupted.

“Two shields?”

“No, I was thinking bracelets. Like cuffs. I may not know my superheroes like Sawyer, but I know Wonder Woman.”

He laughed as Sasha brought up her arms, punched them out. “Wonder Woman. Well then, of course. She’ll have her magic bracelets, have her hands free, and be able to deflect and defend from any angle. That’s quite brilliant, fáidh.”

“Can you make them pretty? She’ll wear whatever you give her, but pretty would make her happy.”

“I can do that.” He cupped a hand under Sasha’s chin, tugged her up for a kiss. “In fact, we’ll add what will look like a design, and will add power and protection.”

He moved across the room to his books, chose one, began to flip through it. “Here. This will do well, I think.” He gestured to her.

“Is it Celtic?”