Enchantment (57 page)

Actual
l
y
,
he did want to
wake
her.
He wanted to
m
a
k
e
love to
her all
night long and through to
the
next
d
a
y
.
H
i
s
bo
d
y
had
been
in
a
co
n
stant
state
of
arousal
since
he
first
laid
e
y
es
on
her. The
taste
of
her
sweetness
on
his
tongue
w
ould
live
with
him
forever.
H
ow
he
wished
things could
be
different.

With
his
feet
on
the
ground,
he
turned
stiff
l
y
and
left
the
room
before
he
did
s
omething stupid.

In
his
den,
he
poured
a
drink
and
beckoned
to
Threeo,
who
appeared
on
the
d
e
sk
in
front
of hi
m
.
It
w
a
s
d
a
y
three,
and
he
had
to
appear
before
the
Council
this
m
orning.
What
should
he
s
hare
with
th
e
m
?

“Threeo,
tell
m
e the
short
version
of
y
o
ur vision
again,”
Kerrigan
ca
j
oled.

Threeo
puffed
out
his
feathers
with
ann
o
y
a
n
c
e.
“
O
h,
sure,
now
y
o
u
want
to
hear
my
vision.
Y
ou
never
listened
before.”

“No,
I
haven’t
cared
m
uch
about
y
o
u
r
visions
in
the
past.
I
refused
to
believe
y
o
u
r
dream w
a
s
true.
I’m
sorr
y
,
but
now
I
have
to
figure
out
w
ho
is
after
Meeka
and
why
I
can’t
detect
the force.”

Plu
m
p
little
legs
walked
back
and
forth
on
Kerrigan’s
desk.
Threeo’s
little
dog
tail
w
a
s n
o
where
to
be
seen.
“I
saw
this
tall
wo
m
an
with
black
hair.
Kerrigan
was
fighting
with
m
a
n
y
. There
is
a
m
onster,
and
he
wants
the
wo
m
an.
He
is
ve
r
y
bad
and
powerful.
You
lose
all
y
o
u
r p
o
wers—eve
r
y
o
ne
does—except
her.”
Threeo
blinked
slow
l
y
,
and
his
voice
wavered,
but continued.
“
The
w
oman
is
gone
with
the
bad
people,
and
K
errigan
dies.”
Threeo
sat
on
his
butt, hanging
his
head.

I
m
me
d
iat
el
y
,
Kerrigan
felt
guil
t
y
and
sought
to
s
ooth
his pet.
“Co
m
e on,
Threeo,
y
o
u’
v
e
had other
visions which haven’t
c
o
m
e true. So
m
et
i
m
e
s
j
u
st
a
part
of
the vision
is true. Think
about it, Threeo.
Have
I
ever
lost
a
fight
?
”

“No,
I
think
not.”
Threeo
an
s
wered.

“Are
there
any
others
stronger
or
m
ore
powerful
than
m
e, other
than
the
Power
of
Ten
?
” “No.”
Threeo
repeated
again
a
litt
l
e
m
ore
hopeful.

Kerrigan
leaned
over
and
s
watted
Threeo
on
the
rear
end.
Threeo
chirped
with
a
laugh
and slight
l
y
raised
his
tail.

“Meeka
wasn’t
taken,
was
s
he?
She
is
going
to
be
just
fine.
I
don’t
think
all
of
y
o
ur
vision will
be
true.”
H
e
looked
into
the
y
e
l
low
e
y
es
of
his
co
m
pa
n
ion. “I
hope
y
o
u
’re
right,
Kerrigan.”

“I
a
m
.
N
ow
stop
y
o
ur
worr
y
ing.
You’re
starting
to
sound
like
M
o
m
.
Threeo,
have
y
ou checked
on
the
babies
since
we’ve
been
ho
m
e
?
”
Kerrigan
knew
Threeo
had,
but
it
w
a
s
better
to distract
him
then
let
m
e
lancho
l
y
take
hold.

“Yes,
the
babies
are
all
fine.
I
thought
Meeka
m
ig
h
t
like
to
see
them
to
m
orrow,”
Threeo queried.

“I
think
that’s
a
great
idea.
If
she
liked
the
funny
fish,
s
he’ll
love
the
babies.”

Threeo
stood
back
up
and
vanished
by
teleporting
to
the
fireplace
m
a
n
tle
across
the
roo
m
. “That’s
w
hat
I
thought.
Threeo
real
l
y
likes
Meeka.”

Kerrigan
didn’t
respond.
Who
wouldn’t
like
Meeka?

Threeo
blinked
heavi
l
y
and
said
good
night,
burrowing
his
soft
owl
head
between
his
large legs.
In
seconds,
he
was
asleep.

Kerrigan
stood
staring
into
the
fire.

W
ho?
W
h
a
t?
W
hy?

The
questions
pla
y
ed
over
in
his
m
ind.
H
ow
could
he
not
have
se
n
sed
the
evil
before
its attack?
He’d
done
nu
m
erous
scans
on
Enchantment
since
being
ho
m
e,
and
nothing
appeared
out of
the
ordina
r
y
.