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"Your twin daughters are both lovely, and except for hair and eye color look very sidhe. They can pass," Doyle said.
"But neither of the grandchildren can," Gran said.
"True," Doyle said.
"Does anyone else find it interesting that all the fathers except me are mixed blood?" Rhys asked. He was still holding the glowing thread carefully away from his body. What were we going to do with it?
"Like calls to like," Gran said.
"Some of the Seelie nobles said that if I could help a pureblood sidhe couple get with child more of both courts would follow me," I said. "Some of them are saying that only the mixed breeds can breed with my help, because my blood isn't pure enough."
Doyle rubbed his thumb along my knuckles. It was a nervous gesture, and it meant that he wondered the same thing. Was it what Gran said, like calls to like? Was I simply not sidhe enough to help the pure-bloods?
"Doyle," Galen said, "are you bleeding?" He moved up to the other man, and touched his back. His fingers came away with dots of crimson on them.
Chapter Four
Doyle didn't flinch or otherwise react. "It is a very small wound."
"But how did it happen?" Galen asked.
"I believe the glass is coated with some sort of man-made material," Doyle said.
"So because it's man-made and not natural," I said, "it was able to cut you?"
"Normal glass would have still cut me."
"But it would have healed by now," I said, "without the man-made coating?"
"It is a small cut, so yes."
"But you were covering Merry's body when you were cut," Gran said, and her voice was flat, almost without accent. She could do that when she wished, though it didn't happen often.
"Yes," he said, and looked at her.
She swallowed hard. "I do nae have the magic resistance to be near my Merry right now, do I?"
"It is sidhe magic we will be fighting," he said.
She nodded, and a look of deep sorrow came over her face. "I cannae be with ya, Merry. I cannae resist what they will make me do. It's one of the reasons I left their court. A brownie is a servant there, and when we are invisible to them we are safe, but brownies were ne'r meant to dabble in court politics."
I reached out to her. "Gran, please."
Rhys stepped between us as she moved forward. "Not a good idea yet. We need to look at the spell first."
"I would say I would n'er hurt my girl, but if the Darkness... if Captain Doyle had not protected her, I would have cut her 'stead of his back.
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