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luck. We had no clue who Sol’s descendants were, or where to find them, and Dace knew it.
    And honestly, I didn’t want to listen to another argument between the guys. If Ronan said it was raining out, Dace took offense. If Dace said the sky was blue, Ronan argued about why. If I had to watch them go at it again, I would strangle one of them. I really would.
    “In every life I remember, we found Sol and Mani’s descendants in the same area of the world,” Dace said, his jaw set. “I’m not willing to accept that the rules suddenly changed. Whoever they are, they’ve got to be here.”
    “The rules did change.” I shrugged apologetically when he set his gaze on me. “Think about it, Dace. Ronan’s memory is failing. I can’t shift. You and Geri can barely communicate with each other. And Hugin wasn’t even reborn. We’re lucky we’ve made it this far. We can’t pretend things aren’t different this time, because they are. Besides, how much do you really remember about our last lives?”
    “I remember enough,” he snapped.
    “Do you? Because I don’t. Neither does Ronan. We’re broken, and we can’t pretend that doesn’t change things. We might never find whoever else we’re supposed to protect, if they even exist. For all we know, they’re on the other side of the world, or their line faded away like Freki.”
    “Then what do we do?” Dace demanded. Frustration whipped through our bond, crackling like lightning from him. Every line of his body radiated the same intense frustration. His stance was rigid and his jaw set. His eyes blazed with green fire. He wasn’t upset about me siding with Ronan though. The situation in general had Dace on edge.
    “I don’t know.” I looked at my dad and Ronan, hoping one of them had an answer because I didn’t. I didn’t know any more than Dace did. I didn’t think any of us really had a clue what we were doing. We didn’t know enough. We weren’t strong enough.
    Sometimes, destiny could be a fickle, unhelpful bitch.
    “We’ll keep looking,” my dad said with false confidence. Trying, I think, to give us a little hope. “There’s got to be something out there we can use.”
    “I’ll go out again tomorrow.” Ronan didn’t look thrilled about the prospect. “Maybe I’ll find something new.”
    Dace snorted, his disbelief obvious.
    He’s trying, Dace.
    Yeah, well, it’s not enough. We have to find them.
His fear twisted through me like smoke.
I won’t lose you again.
He reached out to touch my face. His fingers trembled against my cheek, the emotion in his eyes stabbing like knives into my heart.
I can’t lose you again.
    Ronan met my gaze briefly and then glanced away.
    I silently prayed for a miracle.
    Unfortunately, miracles were in short supply these days. We were going to have to get ourselves out of this. Find a way to protect ourselves.
    “I want a gun.” I blurted the thought I’d been quietly playing with for days.
    Three sets of wide eyes settled on me, making it evident Dace hadn’t homed in on that particular line of thought before now. No one said anything for a long moment as they processed my confession.
    “It’s not a bad idea,” Ronan said then.
    “Are you kidding me?” Dace yelled at the same time my dad said, “Absolutely not!”
    I cringed as they both turned to glare daggers at Ronan.
    So much for forestalling another argument.
    “She can’t protect herself like this,” Ronan said, a lot more calmly than I would have with Dace and my dad both looking like they were ready to throw a punch. Ronan jerked his chin in my direction as if to illustrate his point.
    Dace growled aloud at the reminder that I needed help to walk across the room.
    “She’s smart enough to use a gun safely,” Ronan said, eying Dace levelly.
    I don’t think Dace scared him in the least. Lucky Ronan. When Dace growled at me, I wanted to hide beneath the covers. I knew he’d never hurt me, but reconciling fierce alpha Dace with scared