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keys closer. A fat drop of rain splashed the back of his neck.
    At that moment, a hoarse caw split the air. Finn twisted his head around. A crow stood on the top step, its claws scraping against the aluminum tread. Boy and bird eyed each other. Before Finn could move, the crow shook out its damp feathers and flapped away.
    â€œUm … excuse me? Could you help me?” asked a soft voice behind him.
    Finn jumped, banging an elbow on the undercarriage. Cursing under his breath, he scooted out from under the RV and stood up. A teenage girl stood nearby, the increasing drizzle softening the curls in her brown hair.
    â€œOh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but could you tell me if there’s a bus stop nearby?” She edged closer, a gentle smile curving her lips. Droplets glittered on the tips of her sweeping eyelashes, framing hazel eyes. Thunder boomed again as the rain began falling harder.
    Finn found himself smiling back with a loopy grin. Keys forgotten, he wiped his hands on his jeans. “I don’t know, but I can ask my—”
    A pale beam shot over his shoulder and spotlighted the girl’s face. With a snarl, she flung up an arm. Her features began twisting and shifting with a moist popping sound. Her head jerked back and forth. Finn gasped, unable to move.
    Stabbed by the light from Gideon’s moonstone, the Amandán groaned. Its pelt rippled as it transformed into a distorted half-ape, half-human shape. Snapping its jaw, it shook itself like a dog, water spraying from mossy green fur.
    â€œAh, fresh meat,” the creature grunted, curling its lips back in a yellow-toothed grin. As Finn stood frozen with shock, it stretched black-tipped fingers toward his face.
    Something grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him backwards.
    â€œAre ye trying to hold hands with the bleedin’ thing?” Gideon thrust him to one side. “Now, watch and learn, boyo.” The light faded when the Knight shoved the stone in his pocket. His bronze blade was a blur in the rain as he slashed and stabbed at the goblin. He drove it back, trapping it against the side of the camper. “Fetch the other weapon whilst I keep it occupied,” he called over the roar of the downpour. “Hurry!”
    Finn dove under the RV and lunged for the keys. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed to their truck. His hands shook as he fumbled to unlock the door. Jerking it open, he scrabbled under the seat, grabbed the weapon, and raced back. He shook wet hair out of his eyes and took a stance beside his master, worry worms squirming in his gut. The knife felt heavy and awkward in his hand. As he watched, the creature swayed back and forth, flinching away from the burning touch of the Knight’s blade.
    â€œSo, ye’ve come to pick a fight, have ye?” Gideon said. “And just when will ye manky beasts realize Eire is lost to ye forever? And that ye will never win this war?”
    â€œâ€˜Twill be ours again,” the Amandán snarled back. “Right after we spit out the bones of all De Danaan and their mortal allies.” It made a rude gesture. “Invaders. Thieves of our earth.”
    â€œYe should have fought harder, then, to hold the green land.”
    With its mouth stretched in rage, the Amandán lunged at the Knight, hissing, “ Poc sidhe. ” Its fingertips whispered past the Knight’s face.
    Gideon jerked his head back just in time. Feinting to one side, he dodged under the goblin’s reach. “‘I am a boar enraged,’” he shouted as he came in low and buried his blade in the Amandán’s chest. Lightning cracked overhead and drowned out the creature’s shriek. Gideon leaped back. He grabbed Finn and whirled around, shielding the boy with his body.
    The Amandán exploded. It sprayed the back of Gideon’s work shirt with gray-green ash and vanished. The knife clattered to the ground.
    Finn