While her twin was exchanging promises with Gregor, Maisie put her hand in Roderick’s.
He nodded. He knew.
She wanted him to stay.
They would wed before the festival of Beltane.
So it was the Taskill siblings became part of their magical landscape again, as they were always meant to be, in tune with the seasons, the elements and the tides.
Lennox, who had a strong coven around him, could never be entirely at rest. In his most somber moments he reminded them that witch hunters, thwarted lovers and souls who believed they had been wronged, might yet still be on their trail. He also told them that they would deal with whatever might come, because they were strong and they were with their kin and their clan.
For in the hidden glens the Taskills were all around, welcoming in those three and the lovers they had brought with them—the lovers who had helped them find one another, and had hastened their path home.
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