The Demon Girl by Penelope Fletcher (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📕

I burrowed the toe of my boot into the needle leaf strewn around me. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. My voice was thick when I said, “There must be another way. We can’t just give up. Not just for my rev-sake. Lochlann needs the grimoire before he can start setting things right, doesn’t he.”

Even if Conall would not give into a selfish endeavourer, such was the nature of revenge; he was the most loyal warrior I knew. He would do anything to secure Lochlann the fairy-lordship because he believed it was the right thing to do.

I looked up and found Breandan glaring at my brother, who sent him a short look of apology.

“There is something else we may consider. It is not without its dangers.”

“It is not a good idea,” Breandan said.

My tears were gone. Straightening, I cocked my head and tried to look attentive and brave, not desperate to crack some skulls. “Tell me and I’ll do it.”

“The shifters.”

My nipped intake of breath was loud in the sudden silence. “Yes,” I hissed, new possibilities opening up like a carnivorous black hole before me. “A pack of were-cats could read each trail and save us time. Which is the closest?”

“Byron’s pack is close and of the Alfa’s he is the most civilized.”

“You both forget I have already said no.”

Breandan sent me a pointed look that told me he was serious. I returned it with some extra ‘I’m doing this so back the hell off’. I won, of course. He would not dare deny me this.

“Lead the way, big bro.”

Conall grimaced. “My title would do if you wish to call me something other than my birth name.”

“Huh? What title?”

“As the oldest surviving member of our family, you may call me Elder.”

“Na, big bro is fine.”

Breandan laughed. It seemed the sun shone brighter, and his smile made me blink.

Conall muttered something about fools in love and took off. I followed close behind, and Breandan reached out the same moment as I did, to join hands.

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A DEMON DAY will be out to download SUMMER 2011.