Earth Reclaimed Series by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, dark gods, celtic mythology, Urban fantasy series, urban fantasy romance series, Supernatural and Occult, magic, dragons
Publisher: Ann Gimpel Books, LLC
Published: 2016-10-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Aislinn plaited her wet hair and dug through drawers in Marta’s bedroom. Though the woman had been as much of a packrat with clothing as she’d been with food, there wasn’t much left that was clean. If things ever slow down, I’ll rinse out a few things. She pulled on tan sweatpants and a nondescript black top. A green sweater with moth holes in it provided some warmth. Aislinn crossed the room and peered out the window. Stars scattered across a black sky. Dawn was still a few hours away.

She stuffed her feet into scuffed slippers and tromped down the hall to the kitchen. The smell of cooked grain greeted her before she pushed open the swinging door. Rather than mage lights, the men had lit a couple of fragrant candles. They sat at the kitchen table spooning food into their mouths and passing a mead bottle back and forth. She latched onto it and took a deep drink before filling a bowl from the pan sitting on the stove. Given the absence of gas and electricity, magic did a fair job filling in.

“Thanks.” She spoke around a mouthful of barley and dried vegetables and then pulled out a chair and sat across from the men.

“Well”—Bran winked at her—“’twould have been far better had there been a kitchen wench to see to the cooking.”

“I agree.” She winked back. “I overheard some of your conversation coming down the hall. You were discussing the reinforcements Arawn went to the Old Country to find.”

“Aye.” Gwydion nodded, and his forehead creased into worried lines. “I doona understand why they’re not here yet.”

“Maybe everyone was busy?” Aislinn raised a brow and kept eating. She held out a hand for the mead bottle.

“Nay.” Bran gave her the honey wine. “It doesna work that way. If one of us asks for help...” His voice trailed off and he shrugged.

“How the hell did the two of you end up in Perrikus’s world?” She passed the mead back to Bran.

“Miscalculation,” Gwydion muttered.

“Aye. It dinna help that we nearly lost the entire house in the process.”

Her spoon stopped midway to her mouth. “What?”

Bran looked chagrined. “Things happened verra fast. The coffin lids flew open. The hybrids weren’t sluggish at all this time. They sprang out and attacked us—”

“We might have managed,” Gwydion broke in, “except I felt the house slipping toward the border worlds, so I had to divert my attention.”

“When he did that—” Bran took another swallow of mead “—the female hybrid jumped him.”

Gwydion made a face. “Aye, I can still feel her fingers cutting off my wind. Magic didn’t make a dent in her chokehold on me.”

“We couldna figure it out until D’Chel showed up.”

Aislinn swallowed hard. “D’Chel was here?”

“And why would that surprise you?” Bran asked. “The dark ones can travel as easily as us now. They couldn’t afore the Old Ones cast the mischief that let them escape their lands, but that happened over three years ago.”

“Mischief is too kind a word. Allowing that scum to invade Earth was the worst kind of treachery.

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