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Meaghan—impulsive and a little bit reckless. Meaghan wouldn’t have hesitated. In fact, she probably would have jumped on the whole sacrifice idea when he’d first arrived in the woods.
    Sighing, she unlocked the car and got in, watching as Gwydion folded himself into the tiny passenger seat, his knees smashed against the dashboard.
    “You can move the seat back and get a little more room. Just reach down between your legs, there’s a thingy you can pull and…”
    His eyebrow raised, and his firm lips quirked into a wicked grin.
    A flush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks. “Oh knock it off. That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
    His warm laughter washed over her, and she rolled her eyes. She watched as he leaned forward and felt around before he found the release and eased the seat back. She didn’t miss the way his thighs flexed as he shifted. The tingle of awareness that was present whenever he was around increased immensely. Forcing her gaze from his thighs and every other part of him, she put on her seatbelt and insisted that he do the same.
    She pulled out into traffic and headed toward home. Gwydion didn’t say anything, but he didn’t seem comfortable with the movement of the car, so she took the back roads. She could introduce him to the highway later. If he stuck around long enough. A pang of sadness tightened her throat at the thought of him leaving. And that was just stupid. She barely knew the guy. Of course, he wasn’t going to hang around. He had better places to be and more interesting things to be doing. After all, he was a god.
    As they traveled along the country roads, they discussed what he’d been able to find on the internet. It still surprised her how quickly he’d adapted to this century, but she supposed that whatever mystical powers he possessed played into that.
    A reddish-brown streak raced into her peripheral vision. She stomped on the brakes, but a sickening thump let her know it was too late. She’d hit whatever it was.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Rowan whipped the car to the side of the road and threw it into park. Throwing open her door, she heard Gwydion follow as she raced to the back of the car. A fox tried to lift its head, but it flopped limply back to the ground, a trickle of blood running from its mouth onto the pavement. It looked as if the animal’s back might be broken.
    The sound of revving engines reached her from the field. Kids on dirt bikes tore through the new growth hay. They must have startled the poor thing toward the road and into the path of her car.
    As Gwydion approached, Rowan dropped to her knees beside the animal, her eyes filling with tears. They began to fall as she looked up at him. “Is there anything you can do?”
    “I can put her out of her misery,” he said as he knelt across from Rowan, the fox between them.
    “Can’t you heal her?”
    He frowned as he petted the creature’s head. “Sometimes, it’s best to let nature take its course.”
    “Nature didn’t hurt her. I did.” She glanced at fox panting on the ground. “Please.”
    He caught her gaze, his bright-green eyes holding her immobile. “There will be consequences.”
    “I don’t care. Just do something.”
    He nodded once, his expression solemn. “Give me your hands.”
    Rowan held out her suddenly trembling hands, and he turned them to hover palms down over the body of the fox who now gasped for breath. He laid his much larger hands over the tops of hers, closed his eyes and chanted in a language she’d never before heard. A heated rush of energy washed from his body through hers, warming every part of her before it reversed direction and flowed into the injured creature.
    Their hands and the animal glowed with an ethereal light that shined intensely despite the bright sun overhead. Beneath her palms, she felt muscle and bone knitting together, becoming whole again. The knot of horror in Rowan’s chest began to ease as the unnatural bends