Page 67 of My Eternal Light

“Once the infants turned one, the fifteen-year-olds were culled. The next batch of infants would resume with ‘A’ names,” she explained.

She watched as all the blood drained from Kyla’s face. “They knew they were being kept, to die?”

She nodded.

“Gods damn those bastards straight to hell,” Kyla said, vehemently.

“Amen to that,” Baba agreed.

“Leave everything to me,” Kyla said, ominously.

“Sure?”

Kyla waved her hand back and forth. “Silly Founding Family politics. My mate is an Elder here, so I help out here and there when I can.”

Kincaid gave a half bow. “Any help would be most welcome. The children have suffered enough. If they were to face even a fraction of hostility that Prince Oron did, it would be tragic.”

“Humph!” Baba said, crossing her arms.

“My sister would never forgive me if I were to turn my back on these children. I will simply remind others that their loved ones would probably feel the same,” Kyla said. She then turned to Zadie. “Can you please let Portia know I will be swinging by the palace on a regular basis to provide updates on how the people are reacting.”

“I would also like to be looped in on those meetings” Zadie requested.

A bell chimed and Zadie looked at Kincaid. “Midday?”

He nodded. “If we head straight back to the house we’ll catch the guys at lunch.”

“That’s a good thing?”

Baba and Kyla laughed. “The Éire Danu warriors have a single well-known weakness. Food,” Kyla explained.

“Then by all means, lead the way,” Zadie said, pointing to the door.

“Ms. Williams-Bayberry?”

She turned back. “Yes.”

“I think it will be wonderful working with you.”

“I agree.”

Snuggling up in her cloak, she walked hand in hand with Kincaid, back to the place they would call home.

*****

Walking into the house she could immediately hear the low hum of male voices. Kincaid led her to the back of the house where the kitchen was. Walking through the door, she had to stop and stare.

“It’s like a Chippendale’s calendar exploded in here, Martha Stewart edition,” she said, watching as men in either white tees or tank tops carry platters or set tables.

“Oh, can I be Mr. June, he’s always the most desirable right?” A blond man asked, grinning from ear to ear. He winked at her and flexed.

“Ramsey, I know you’ve probably heard I picked up a new element. Want to see?” Kincaid asked, his voice low.

Ramsey blinked. “Holy shit, is that Kincaid? Our baby, not baby?”

“Baby, not baby?” she asked.

Ramsey laughed. “We thought Ari was the youngest warrior for the longest time. When Kincaid transferred from Storm Keep, we assumed he was around three-hundred years old. We didn’t realize that the Witches Council had been sending out younger and younger witches. Turns out he was younger than Ari. So, now he’s our baby, not baby.”

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