Island of Glass (The Guardians Trilogy 3) - Page 44

He did as Riley did, loaded the second rifle, set, fired. Caught the outside of the first white ring, plugged one inside it, managed a decent grouping if not as tight or accurate as hers.

“It’ll do.” Doyle ejected the mag.

“Well now, since you’re making it so easy, I’ll throw in cases for them. Anything else I can show you for your . . . tournament?”

“These do the trick—along with the ammo we discussed.”

“Some tournament you’re having.” But Liam left it at that, and the deal was struck.

They loaded the guns in their canvas cases, the ammo, in the back of Bran’s car, covered it all with a blanket before saying their good-byes to Liam and the dog.

Riley kicked back in her seat. “You’re a decent shot with a long gun, but you pull a hair to the left.”

Since he knew she was right, he didn’t respond. “Did you pull that data about his name, his mother’s name out of your ass?”

“Out of my brain,” she corrected. “You can look it up. I did refresh myself with his surname before we headed out—in case. Kennedy? That’s an easy one. Mostly, if I read something, study something, I remember it. Or enough of it. It’s interesting, isn’t it, he has McCleary relations, and given the location, it’s more than likely they cross with yours.”

“Just a coincidence.”

“You may want to believe that, but you’ve lived too long to believe it. Too many crosses with you here, McCleary. The land, the site of the house, the most direct connection with Arianrhod. Our prophet finds the Fire Star, our siren the Water Star. You’re a sword-wielding warrior, pal. My money’s on you for the ice. And if Nerezza makes the same connections, she’ll come at you the hardest.”

“Let her.”

“We’ll take her down. I damn well finish what I start, and I swear I’d like to go all Black Widow on her ass. But I’m reading the signs, heeding, we’ll say, the seer, so it’s most likely going to be you. A sword ends her—so says the prophet.”

“If I do, it’ll be the biggest pleasure of my life. And I’ve had more than a few.”

“Really?” Since he’d opened the door, she shifted to face him. “So it’s not all dour and dark in immortal land?”

“You’re a pain in the ass, Gwin.”

“I have a medal. Truth,” she said when he flicked her a glance. “It’s a silver disk with PITA engraved on it. A professor I had as an undergrad gave it to me. I wore it when I gave the valedictorian address. I worked with him on a dig about five, six years after, and we ended up sleeping together one night.”

“Just one?”

She only shrugged. “Nothing there, on either side. We decided we’d been attracted to each other’s brain, and the rest didn’t work. It was just weird.” She pointed at him. “Weirdest sexual encounter.”

“No.”

“Come on!” she said with an easy, appealing laugh. “I slept with my anthropology prof’s brain in a tent in Mazatlán. Balance it out.”

He wanted to laugh, barely restrained it. “All right, at random. I slept with a woman who performed in a traveling circus. Tightrope walker, aerialist.”

“What was weird about it?”

“She was crazy as a rabid cat, claimed she was really a snake who’d taken human form in order to procreate.”

“Huh. What century?”

“Ah . . .” That took a little thinking. “The nineteenth, early nineteenth, if it matters.”

“Just curious. What part of her did you sleep with? Yeah, yeah, all of her, but I mean like my professor’s brain.”

“She was fearless.”

“That may have been the crazy, but fearless appeals. Pull over.”

“Why?”

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