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imagine just how cold Macha could be.
    At one time, Tzader would have asked the same question. “The goddess is ruthless when it comes to ensuring Belador power remains strong, and that won’t happen if the Treoir dynasty ends with Brina. Macha wants the next generation of Treoirs started now, regardless of who fathers the child.”
    Over his dead body. No other man was touching the woman who belonged to him.
    It might just end up over his dead body when the goddess figured out what he’d been hiding from her.
    Lanna combed her fingers through her hair, getting upset, which would turn into a catastrophic problem if she brought on a thunderstorm. She’d caused one in the past.
    Inside a building, no less.
    Quinn had said his aunt, Lanna’s mother, had vanished at one point nineteen years ago and returned pregnant, with no memory of the time she’d been gone. The origin of Lanna’s powers was as unknown as the extent of what she could do.
    “Lanna, calm down,” Tzader said quietly. “No one is in danger yet.”
    “If you use this spell, you must hold Brina’s hand as you return from the dream realm. If not, you may end up sleeping forever.”
    “I’m just going to have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
    “Did you bring a pen?”
    “Yes.” He handed the pen to her.
    “Hold out your hand,” she ordered, all business when it came to majik.
    When he did, Lanna drew a series of Cyrillic symbols in a circle with each symbol connecting. She looked up at him. “I will cast the spell as I push you into deep sleep, while you hold her hand. When you both are ready to return here, you must hold Brina’s same hand and repeat the chant as you leave the dream realm.”
    He nodded, listened to the chant, and ran it back through his mind.
    Take these words to heart and mind
    From when our souls were first entwined
    For you I share my life and memory
    Take what you need and set your mind free
    We go forth as one, so hold my hand
    Share my knowledge of when we began.
    “Tzader?” Macha’s angry voice rolled through the castle, shaking the walls.
    Ah, shit. It hadn’t been an hour, so why was the goddess calling him now? Didn’t matter. He was out of time. Tzader said, “Step aside, Lanna.”
    When she did, Tzader stretched out next to Brina on the huge window seat and took her hand in his. Without opening her eyes, his beautiful warrior turned to him, the way she always did when her guard was down during sleep.
    He turned to Lanna. “Put me under, fast.”
    Lanna hesitated.
    Macha’s voice called out, “ Tzader!” The goddess would show up here if he didn’t go to her.
    Tzader said, “Do it now, Lanna! And tell Macha you put me under by my orders, and that I intend to meet her in an hour.” He would not allow Lanna to take any blame for his actions. “Give me your word.”
    “You have my word. Close your eyes.” Lanna lifted her hands above him and started chanting.
    Power surged through the room in a rush so fast that Tzader felt Brina’s gown ruffle then settle. His stomach churned with anxiety. He had one last hope of fixing this mess.
    Hard chills shook him at the rapid change in his physical body, which loosened, stretched, and reformed as he entered the dream world where Brina waited. He heard Macha’s voice once again, but it was distorted and losing volume.
    He had to reach the dream realm and hope Lanna convinced Macha it would be unsafe to wake them while he was going under.
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    “ I’m coming for you ,” a raspy voice whispered through the air, shaking the dregs of sleep from her mind. She sat up, blinking to clear her vision, and stood to figure out what was going on.
    Why am I outside with the woods nearby? Realization settled in as pieces began forming in her mind. She was in the dream world. Alone, except for the trees surrounding this peaceful clearing.
    Who had spoken?
    Wait. For that matter, who am I?
    She closed her eyes, thinking hard. ’Tis a simple