Free Undying Hope by Emma Weylin Page A

and even if it was—”
    “Really?” Memphis grabbed Donovan by both of his shoulders and looked into his face. “She’s you’re lifebond?”
    “I am,” Haven said.
    Memphis let out a whoop and hugged Donovan tight before stepping back and clearing his throat. “Forgive me,” he said more formally to Haven. “I am Memphis Walker. The Cadeyrn’s Storm Warrior.”
    “I will explain later,” Donovan said. “Memphis, why are you here?”
    “I’ll go bother Sloan. I didn’t realize you were indisposed.” Memphis turned to go back into the wind portal room.
    “It’s not public yet,” Donovan said. Memphis was a man on the list to tell right after he talked to his other brother, Wolf. “You wouldn’t be here if the problem wasn’t important.”
    “Aye,” Memphis said with a polite bow of his head. “A Caden in Denmark suspects his Cadfael may have done something that requires your judgment. Haldur contacted me.”
    “That is serious,” Donovan said. “Haldur’s take?” Memphis didn’t have to say anything. The answer was on his face. “All right. Give me two minutes. Make friends with Haven.”
    * * * *
    Haven furrowed her brow at the word Cadeyrn, but she didn’t say anything as she watched him leave the room and then turned to give Memphis as friendly a smile as she was capable. The man was huge, not as huge as Quinn, but still huge. Bastian might be on the short side of the Undying height scale, but then, he was only a teenager. She shied back a step. She could feel the power in the man. His was more like Quinn’s, but it was better to be wary of things she didn’t know. “Where is he going?”
    “Denmark,” Memphis said, his eyes going to the mugs of steaming coffee on the counter. “He shouldn’t be more than half an hour.”
    “Right, because a trip to Scandinavia is like a hop next door.” She turned back to the counter to see if there was sugar anywhere.
    “It is when you travel by wind portal.”
    She stilled and turned back to him. “That wind thing that opened for Kyros… You do it, too?”
    Something akin to rage flashed across Memphis’s face. “You’re not afraid of me, so it wasn’t Lazarus you saw last night. What did you see?”
    “I saw a vortex of wind with black and red lightning,” Haven said with a shudder. “The only meirlock I saw was Kyros.”
    “And that would have been one of my brother’s portals.” He shook his head, and then his body relaxed before he grinned at her. “I could show you any part of the world you wish while we wait for Cadeyrn to return.”
    She didn’t know what Cadeyrn meant. There was that word again, but the meaning for the Undying could be vastly different from what it meant for the Black Rose. “Bastian should be waking up soon and I should be here.”
    “Ah, the boy,” Memphis said. “The one who should be here when he wakes would be Maverick.”
    “Maverick?”
    “Aye. Ean Maverick. He is the resident Earth Caden. He will want a look at the boy and, depending on his age, begin training as soon as possible.”
    “Earth Caden?”
    Quinn came back into the room. He stopped by Haven and kissed the top of her head before downing an entire cup of hot coffee. “Excellent.”
    These men wanted to see if they could make her brain twitch. The man was fully dressed and carried a sword in a scabbard at his hip. A sword! “What are you going to do?”
    “Make a judgment for a Caden in Denmark.” Quinn’s head cocked as his gaze locked onto hers. “If the Cadfael in that region has turned.”
    “Oh,” she said, as she realized he might be going to put down a meirlock Cadfael. “All right. I’ll um, start breakfast, I guess.”
    “Haven.”
    “No. You can explain everything to me when you get back.” She forced a smile. “You need to do whatever it is that you do.”
    “I can get Sloan,” Memphis said. “Though Darius would be better. I believe he has more dealings with those in Denmark.”
    All these names were