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tell me, do you belong to a good witch or a bad witch?”
    Big gold owl eyes looked up at her, clearly not getting the pop culture reference.
    “Ho-kay. Plan B.” Just as soon as she came up with one.
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
     
    Treoir Island in a hidden realm above the Irish Sea
     
     
    Tzader Burke strode quickly through the halls of Treoir Castle, waving off one of the castle guards. He had no time for the man, not with Macha’s ultimatum hanging over his head.
    An hour.
    The goddess had the patience of a gnat.
    Mine is no better.
    But Tzader would spend a lifetime finding a way to bring Brina’s memories back and make her whole again. Macha had a one-track mind about Brina producing the next Treoir heir.
    Granted, Macha had allowed him to leave the human realm and his position as the Belador Maistir to reside in Treoir for the past two months.
    The goddess wanted results now and demanded proof of Brina’s memory improvement.
    Brina wasn’t improving.
    In fact, she continued to withdraw further into herself and, at this point, recognized very little around her.
    Who would she be if her memories never returned?
    Not the Belador warrior queen. Brina’s presence on this island ensured Belador power. Macha had demanded Brina stay inside the warded castle as the best way to keep the only remaining Treoir alive, but the past four years of living inside the castle had taken a toll on Brina. Then she’d been attacked with Noirre majik.
    She’d survived, but not without damage.
    Her memories of life before the attack deteriorated each day.
    What scared Tzader most of all was the possibility that his Brina, the valiant woman he loved, would cease to exist.
    She kept regressing before his eyes, slowly losing the spark that made her the most amazing woman he’d ever known.
    Macha cared only about having a second Treoir descendant as backup, to continue the bloodline for the Belador power base.
    Tzader had a gut-deep feeling that Macha would get that heir one way or another, and he had an even deeper worry. Maybe Macha did not want him as Brina’s husband.
    Why? She knew he’d die for Brina. He’d already done so once. But the goddess had also known him long enough to understand that he’d put Brina first before anyone else.
    He’d been gambling for the past month and the odds had dwindled with each day. Now, Macha had demanded that Tzader prove Brina could absolutely recognize him as the man she’d been committed to for the past four years.
    If not, Tzader would no longer be allowed to remain here.
    Without Tzader, Macha would pressure Brina into choosing a mate.
    Would Macha compel Brina to take a stranger for a mate?
    He shook off the disturbing thought. Macha had watched over the Treoir family for two thousand years. She had to feel something for Brina, even if Macha rarely showed emotion except when someone pissed her off. Macha might be angry once she realized what Tzader had done for the past month, but surely she wouldn’t retaliate by misusing Brina.
    He kept trying to convince himself of that as truth.
    His gut didn’t see it that way.
    Didn’t matter what anyone thought except Brina. She’d paid the price for being a Treoir, trapped in that castle for four years after her father and brothers were killed battling the Medb. As the last surviving Treoir, Brina had stepped up and accepted the responsibility for thousands of Belador warriors… a burden that no young woman should have to shoulder.
    Macha owed her.
    Brina had sacrificed long enough.
    She deserved a life.
    Tzader would give up his so that she would have one. He’d loved Brina from the first time he saw her smile, and would never love another.
    Macha had better prepare herself for a battle if she tried to separate them.
    Tzader had never walked away from a fight and wouldn’t now, not without bloodshed.
    His footsteps echoed through the hallway that led to Brina’s sunroom. He rushed inside and fought a moment of panic when he didn’t see