"He looked away. In his mind, he could see that day so clearly. He had been lying on the altar, his hands tied above his head, his chest bare and marked in blood with the sacrificial symbols. It had been a cool day, and every member of his clan had been there.
Dressed in black robes, the Druid priest had looked down upon him and smiled cruelly.
"Seize Ceara.
His cousin's words had rung in his head. It had taken a full minute before he understood what was going on. Horrified, Talon had watched his men grab his sister's arms.
"Speirr! Help me, braithair, please!"
He had fought against the roles until his wrists had bled and stung. He had screamed out for them to realease her.
Like a caged animal, he had tried to reach her. Over and over, she called out to him.
"It's the will of the gods that you both die for what your mother did."
His cousin had sunk his dagger deep into Ceara's heart.
She looked to Talon, her eyes terrified and tear-filled as she struggled to breathe.
Worst of all, he had seen the disappointment in her eyes.
She had believed him, trusted him to protect her.
The men had released her and she had stumbled to the ground, landing on her hands and knewws.
"Speirr?" Her voice had trembled as she reached a bloodied hand out toward him. "I don't want to be dead," she whispered, her voice that of a child.
Before his eyes, she had died.
Panting in fury, he had let his battle cry roll out and then he had cursed them all. He had called down the reath of he Morrigan[Celtic Goddess] and she had ignored him..."
It was a Vampire who had answered his cry for vengeance.
The last thing he'd seen was the Druid's head being helf back and then someone making the savage cut across its throat.
Talon breathed deeply in and out and he sought to bury those memories...
Dressed in black robes, the Druid priest had looked down upon him and smiled cruelly.
"Seize Ceara.
His cousin's words had rung in his head. It had taken a full minute before he understood what was going on. Horrified, Talon had watched his men grab his sister's arms.
"Speirr! Help me, braithair, please!"
He had fought against the roles until his wrists had bled and stung. He had screamed out for them to realease her.
Like a caged animal, he had tried to reach her. Over and over, she called out to him.
"It's the will of the gods that you both die for what your mother did."
His cousin had sunk his dagger deep into Ceara's heart.
She looked to Talon, her eyes terrified and tear-filled as she struggled to breathe.
Worst of all, he had seen the disappointment in her eyes.
She had believed him, trusted him to protect her.
The men had released her and she had stumbled to the ground, landing on her hands and knewws.
"Speirr?" Her voice had trembled as she reached a bloodied hand out toward him. "I don't want to be dead," she whispered, her voice that of a child.
Before his eyes, she had died.
Panting in fury, he had let his battle cry roll out and then he had cursed them all. He had called down the reath of he Morrigan[Celtic Goddess] and she had ignored him..."
It was a Vampire who had answered his cry for vengeance.
The last thing he'd seen was the Druid's head being helf back and then someone making the savage cut across its throat.
Talon breathed deeply in and out and he sought to bury those memories...
This insert is from Sherrilyn Kenyon's Nigh Embrace.
