Here’s a little taste to tide you over until tomorrow:
Sookie’s scent clung to Eric’s skin, reminding him of their brief encounter. He wanted nothing more than to keep her all night long, but knew she had a lot on her mind, he could tell from her silence as he drove her home. Niall has that effect on people.
Eric still couldn’t shake the conversation he and Niall had about Breandan and his ties to the human world, but hadn’t had the opportunity to think about it much, beyond setting up a meeting between Niall and Sookie, but he knew that he should arm himself with as much information as possible before the outbreak of another fairy war.
When he got home, he turned on his computer and typed Breandan’s name into the search engine. He knew of his connection to the Irish, having read his history before. They thought him to be one of the twelve apostles in Ireland, calling him The Navigator, never realizing he didn’t belong to their realm. As his eyes scanned over the list of Breandan’s travels and accomplishments, he saw something he’d never noticed before. Breandan had spent quite a bit of time on the island of Adelsö.
“Adelsö,” Eric murmured. He started a new search, finding pictures of scenic Swedish land: rolling hills, peaceful forests, and ruins. Ruins of a castle he had once called home: Hovgården.
Raise your hand if you’re ready for Eric’s origin story!