The veil embraced me, love and kindness in its own knowing. But its tender greeting didn't last, overshadowed by the roar of an approaching storm. Before I could shake my shock-a storm in the veil?-the sound of pounding hooves in the rushing wind triggered memory so instantly I gasped a breath and spun to watch the Wild Hunt swoop toward me.
Gwynn ap Nudd drew his galloping stallion to a halt, the swirling black clouds that hid the rest of the Wild billowing behind him in a giant wall of pending destruction.
"Gwynn!" It was Shaylee who called out to him, the Sidhe princess within whose voice ached with longing at the sight of him. We hadn't seen him since we'd released the Wild Hunt back into the realm, though it was less than a year ago now since his return home. What was the Wild Hunt doing here?
Violent, uncontrolled magic sizzled around me, tossed Trill's hair while she remained silent, grim, observant but seemingly outside this conversation.