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her. “Where is she?”
    Lanna Brasko looked up from where she sat on a window seat with her legs crossed. She wore a frown that cut deep worry lines into her smooth, teenage skin. “Brina is sleeping.”
    As he neared the deep window ledge, he could see Brina stretched out on the other side of the girl, her body engulfed by thick pillows. Lanna had been vigilant in watching over Tzader’s warrior queen every minute he couldn’t.
    He squinted, thinking. “She just woke up three hours ago.”
    “Yes. She is ... very tired.” Lanna glanced away when she made that comment.
    What was the young woman not saying? No one knew exactly what powers Lanna possessed, but the eighteen-year-old had a crapload. Was that worried look because she had some inkling that Brina would not get better? Was the teen reluctant to tell Tzader the truth?
    He didn’t think Lanna had precognitive ability.
    She was cousin to Vladimir Quinn, one of Tzader’s closest friends, and had bonded with Brina when Lanna got caught in the Noirre majik attack on Brina two months ago. They’d ended up lost together in a different realm. Even with all the power those two females possessed, they hadn’t been able to return to this realm on their own.
    It had taken someone with demon blood.
    Evalle’s Skinwalker mate had drawn on the dark side of his blood and, with Evalle’s help, brought them back.
    Tzader had come so close to never seeing Brina again. She’d returned physically intact, but with corrupted recall. She still didn’t remember that she and Tzader had been planning to marry for four years.
    Lanna leaned forward. “What is wrong, Tzader?”
    He glanced around the room. “Is the soundproof spell you created still in place?”
    “Yes. I remove it now only when you are both asleep.”
    “Macha just said I have an hour to show her the progress Brina is making.”
    Lanna’s eyes opened until white glowed around her blue irises. She shook her head, making the black tips of her blond curls fly around. “Brina is not ready. She is worse.”
    “I know that,” he snapped then quickly apologized. “Sorry, Lanna.” He ran a hand over his smooth head. “I think Macha is onto us.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He gave her a look of seriously? “I think she suspects you’re doing something to shield what’s really going on. Macha isn’t buying the phony conversations she hears Brina having with me when she walks in. If Macha had heard any of our arguments, she’d have busted me before now.”
    “Is not Brina’s fault. She is frustrated, trying to remember simple things. It makes her angry. She cannot control her emotions.” Then Lanna added, “Especially now.”
    Tzader had started to explain to Brina’s little champion that he understood why she was irritable, but Lanna’s last words stalled his brain. “Why is it especially harder for Brina now?”
    Lanna’s lips parted for her to speak but then she closed her mouth, looking confused. She tried again and her face showed the strain.
    What the hell was wrong with Lanna? Tzader asked, “Are you okay?”
    “Yes, I just ... forgot what I was going to say.” Swallowing hard, Lanna asked, “What will we do?”
    Whatever it took to protect Brina, but Tzader was no match for the Celtic goddess who ruled over all the Beladors, and he would not put this teenager at risk. “Macha wants me to bring Brina to the main atrium to state that she remembers all that we did as teens, and that I’m absolutely the man she wants to marry.”
    “You cannot do this to Brina,” Lanna insisted, her hands fisted.
    Brina moved and mumbled something.
    Lanna whispered, “She is having more problems with memory. She says it also takes her longer to reach the dream-walking state.”
    Tzader wanted to ask how much worse her loss of memory could be, but in the preternatural world, that had the potential to be a dangerous question. “I’ve kept Macha off our backs as long as I can. She’s no longer content with