The very idea beggared the mind. It made perfect sense, and no sense at all. Henry wasn’t entirely human. He was leath’dhia—part god, like me. I continued to stare at him as my world shifted to meet this new reality. A dozen heartbeats passed. Blood rushed through my veins, thawing the numbness. And then pure joy swelled in my chest. Ailish tipped her head toward the man towering over him. “Who do you think he be?” she asked, in a whisper that did little to hide her own excitement. I tore my eyes from the clearing to look at her. So far as I knew, Henry’s surname offered the only lead. “Do any of the Tuatha Dé go by a variation of Alan?” Her expression turned thoughtful, but after a moment she shook her head. “None that comes to mind.” A different name tugged at my thoughts—one I’d first heard during an unfortunate encounter with Henry’s father, the Duke of Norland.
