Glenna stepped back from the mirror.

"Well?"

"You look like a dream," Moira stated.

"Like a G.o.ddess in a dream."

"My knees are shaking. I bet G.o.ddesses don't get shaky knees."

"Take a couple of deep breaths. We'll go down, make sure everything's set up. Including the lucky guy. You're going to blow his socks off."

"Why would she-"

"You know, sweetie," Blair said to Moira as they started for the door. "You're too literal.

Start studying contemporary slang while you're buried in books." She pulled open the door, stopped short when she saw Cian. "This is girl territory." "I'd like a moment with my... future sister-in-law."

"It's all right, Blair. Cian. Please come in."

He stepped inside, sent Blair a mild look over his shoulder, then shut the door in her face.

Then he turned and took a long look at Glenna.

"Well now, you're a vision, aren't you? Truly.

My brother's fortune leaps and bounds."

"You probably think this is foolish."

"You'd be wrong. While it may be something I think of as particularly human, it's not one of the things I think of as foolish.

Though there are many of those."

"I love your brother."

"Yes, a blind man could see that."

"Thank you for the champagne. For thinking of it."

"My pleasure. Hoyt's ready for you."

"Oh boy." She pressed a hand to her jumpy belly. "I hope so."

Cian smiled at that, stepped closer. "I have something for you. A wedding gift. I thought to put it in your hand as I a.s.sume, at least for now, you'd be in charge of the paperwork." "Paperwork?"

He handed her a thin leather portfolio.

After opening it, she sent him a puzzled look. "I don't understand."

"It should be clear enough. It's the deed to this house, the land. It's yours."

"Oh, but we can't. When he asked if we could stay, he only meant-"

"Glenna, I only make grand gestures once every few decades, if the whim happens to strike me. Take it when it's offered. It's more to him than it could ever be to me."

Her throat had filled so she had to wait to speak. "I know what it means to me. It will mean a great deal more to him. I wish you'd give it to him yourself."

"Take it," was all he said, then turned to the door.

"Cian." She set the folder aside, picked up her bouquet. "Would you walk me down?

Would you take me to Hoyt?"

He hesitated, then opened the door. Then held out a hand to her.

She heard music as they started down. "Your handmaidens have been busy. I expected it of the little queen-a lot of sentiment there. But the hunter surprised me."

"Am I shaking? I feel like I'm shaking."

"No." He tucked her hand into his arm.

"You're steady as a rock."

And when she stepped into the room filled with candles and flowers, when she saw Hoyt standing in front of the low, gold flames of the fire, she felt steady.

They crossed the room to each other.

"I've waited for you," Hoyt whispered.

"And I for you."

She took his hand, scanned the room. It was, as was traditional, madly decked with flowers. The circle had been formed, and the candles lighted, but for the ones they would light during the ritual. The willow wand lay on the table that served as altar.

"I made this for you." He showed her a thick ring of silver, deeply etched.

"One mind," she said, and drew the one she'd made him from her thumb.

They joined hands, walked to the altar.

Touched fingers to the candles to light them.

After slipping their rings onto the willow wand, they turned to face the others. "We ask you to be our witnesses at this sacred rite," Hoyt began.

"To be our family as we become one."

"May this place be consecrated for the G.o.ds. We are gathered here in a ritual of love."

"Beings of the Air be with us here, and with your clever fingers tie closely the bonds between us." Glenna looked into his eyes as she spoke the words.

"Beings of the Fire be with us here... "

And they continued through Water, through Earth, the blessed G.o.ddess and laughing G.o.d. Her face was luminous as they spoke, as they lit incense, then a red candle. They sipped wine, scattered salt.

She and Hoyt held the wand with the rings gleaming on it between them.

The light grew warmer, brighter as they spoke to each other, the rings under their hands sparkling wildly.

"It is my wish to become one with this man." She slipped the ring from the wand and onto his finger.

"It is my wish to become one with this woman." He mirrored her gesture. They took the cord from the altar, draped it over their joined hands.

"And so the binding is made," they said together. "Then, as the G.o.ddess and the G.o.d and the old ones-"

A scream from outside shattered the moment like a rock through gla.s.s.

Blair leaped to a window, yanked back the drape. Even her nerves jolted at the vampire's face only inches away behind the gla.s.s. But it wasn't that which turned her blood cold; it was what she saw beyond it.

She looked over her shoulders at the others, and said: "Oh, s.h.i.t."

There were at least fifty, probably more, still in the forest or hidden nearby. Three cages sat on the gra.s.s, their occupants bloodied and shackled-and screaming now as they were dragged out.

Glenna shoved her way by to see, then groped behind her for Hoyt's hand. "The blonde one. That's the one who came to the door. When King-"

"Lora," Cian said. "One of Lilith's favorites. I had an... incident with her once." He laughed when Lora hoisted a white flag. "And if you believe that, I've all manner of bridges you can buy."

"They have people out there," Moira added. "Injured people."

"Weapons," Blair began.

"Best wait-and see how best to use them." Cian stepped away, and walked to the front door. Wind and rain sliced in when he opened it. "Lora," he called out, almost conversationally. "Why you're good and soaked, aren't you now? I'd ask you and your friends in, but I still have my sanity and my standards."

"Cian, it's been too long. Did you like my present, by the way? I didn't have time to wrap him."

"Taking credit for Lilith's work? That's just sad. And you should tell her she'll pay dearly for it."

"Tell her yourself. You and your humans have ten minutes to surrender."

"Oh? All of ten?"

"In ten minutes, we'll kill the first of these." She grabbed one of the prisoners by the hair. "Pretty, isn't she? Only sixteen. Old enough to know better than to go walking along dark roads." "Please." The girl wept, and the blood on her neck showed that something had already tasted her. "Please, G.o.d."

"They're always calling for G.o.d." With a laugh, Lora threw the girl facedown on the sodden gra.s.s. "He never comes. Ten minutes."

"Close the door," Blair said quietly from behind him. "Close it. Okay, give me a minute.

One minute to think."

"They'll kill them regardless," Cian pointed out. "Bait is all they are."

"That's not the issue," Glenna snapped.

"We have to do something."

"We fight." Larkin drew one of the swords they'd stocked in an umbrella stand near the door.

"Hold your water," Blair ordered.

"We don't surrender, not to the likes of them."

"We fight," Hoyt agreed. "But not on their terms. Glenna, the shackles."

"Yes, I can work that. I'm sure I can."

"We need more weapons from upstairs,"

Hoyt began. "I said hold it." Blair grabbed his arm.

"You've been in a couple of skirmishes with vampires. That doesn't prepare you. We're not just charging out there and getting cut down like meat. You can work the shackles?"

Glenna drew a breath. "Yes."

"Good. Moira, you're upstairs, bows.

Cian, they've probably got guards around the house. Pick a door, start taking them out, quiet as you can manage. Hoyt's with you."

"Wait."

"I know how to do this," she told Glenna.

"Are you ready to use that ax?"

"I guess we'll find out."

"Get it. You're up with Moira. They'll have archers too, and they see a h.e.l.l of lot better in the dark than we do. Larkin, you and me, we're going to create a diversion. Moira, you don't start picking them off until you get the signal."

"What signal?"

"You'll know it. One more thing. Those three out there, they're already gone. All we can do is make a statement. You have to accept that chances are slim to none when it comes to saving any of them."

"We have to try," Moira insisted. "Yeah, well, that's what we're here for.

Let's go."

"Is that one of your trick swords?" Cian asked Hoyt as they approached the east door.

"It is."