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lads in their house.
    Yet Munro had best be careful what he wished for; an old oracle had once predicted he’d be cursed with a “harridan” for his mate.
    “And you don’t crave yours? Spill to Nïxie. I won’t tell anyone anything. This night is our little secret. ”
    As if those words weren’t disturbing enough to Will, Nïx’s bat chose that moment to climb down her front, unfurling its wings to span her collarbones, its wee talons embedded in her shirt.
    “It’s complicated.” He’d once thought he’d possessed his mate. What a bluidy fool you were.
    “Don’t make me turn this car around, wolf.”
    He raised a brow. “Verra well. I’ve envied other males who’ve found theirs. But I’m no’ in a good place right now.” He pulled on his collar. Understatement. Hi then, I’m MacRieve, and this is my Lykae beast. Get used to him, because you’ll be seeing a lot of him.
    Even so, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Have you foreseen mine, then?”
    “Oh! Here’s my exit!” With expert precision, Nïx cut across the second lane of traffic to an off-ramp. They turned, still in reverse, onto a smaller country road.
    Before he could repeat his question, Nïx asked, “So what are you going to wear to the apocalypse? I’m thinking something sparkly and transfixing.”
    “Apocalypse?”
    “We all must band together, enemies and allies, gods and men. Or they will win.”
    “And who would they be, Valkyrie?”
    “The Møriør. Bringers of Doom. By the time I even foresee them, it’s already too late.”
    Ominous words. “You can’t drop a line like that without unpacking it.”
    “Just did, You-Lame !”
    “It’s MacRieve!”
    “Where?” she gasped, jerking a glance toward the side of the road. She swerved sharply before righting the car. They collected another horn honk.
    “Nïx, answer me.”
    She faced him again, waving that away. “Let’s just put it this way: smoke ’em if you got ’em.”
    Will tried to muster the appropriate apocalyptic concern. But if you’dlived as long—and as badly—as he had, impending end-of-world scenarios lost their bite.
    Nïx’s expression perked up. “Here’s our turn.”
    He finally twisted in his seat to glance over his shoulder. It was a dirt road overgrown with banana trees and kudzu. As they wound deeper into a gloomy, fog-laden swamp, Will again felt sorry for this Bentley.
    After bottoming out—backward—for a fourth time, Nïx pulled into a small clearing and parked. “Oh. We ended up being early.”
    “For what?” Did she want to show him something out here? “Where are we?”
    “Our destination. Consider it a waypoint.”
    “Why? Am I going somewhere else?” he asked, the hair on the back of his neck rising. Was there a threat? He scented nothing, and his Instinct remained quiet.
    But then, these days it was usually quiet.
    In any case, Nïx would have foreseen any trouble, and she’d specifically driven to this place.
    She turned to face him, giving him the full view of her crazy. The bat’s placement on her T-shirt made it seem like Bertil had been captioned SEXUALLY LIBERATED UNINHIBITED TART.
    Nïx was so lovely and so . . . damaged.
    “Let’s talk a sec, just you and me. Relax, don’t you trust me?” she asked in a playful tone.
    “Face it, Valkyrie. There are few in the Lore that I trust, and you’re one of them.” She was a tested and true ally of the clan.
    “How sweet, Ahllomeam—”
    “ MacRieve, Nïx.” Just because she was trusted didn’t mean she couldn’t be a pain in the arse. “Could you call me MacRieve? Or wolf, or prick, or anything but my given name? Now, back to my mate. When will I find her?”
    “Before Munro finds his.”
    “That tells me nothing. Are we talking decades, centuries?”
    “How boorish of me, divulging all while you’re divulging nothing.” She leaned in closer to him. “Look into my eyes. Let me see your history.”
    History? Not just foresight? “I doona know