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Daire

The girl who looked a little like Niarok gave him a filthy look. Okay. She wasn’t going to be an easy egg to crack.

The other girl smiled apprehensively in his direction. “Evelyn,” she said, taking a step forward. The way she stepped forward – jeepers it reminded of that time when he was cornered by a bear. She looked like bad news. Daire grinned at her, heart leaping. Was love at first truly possible after all?

Oh what did he know! He fell in love with every girl he came across, no matter how squat or sour tempered they were. He looked back at the other girl and winked. Her gaze turned even darker.

Well this was going to be fun!

A shadow appeared over them and a figure stepped up near the girl. Tall. Raven-haired. Well-built. Shockingly handsome. Everything that Daire was not.

And all of a sudden, the sour-faced girl was beaming and blushing like crazy at the stranger. Daire’s mouth fell open. Well that was a strange turn of events!

The new man looked at him coldly as if to say stay away. He stared at the man’s attire – he was an assassin by the looks of it.

But – not just any assassin. The way the darkness surrounded him – it was as if he was almost radiating shadow. As if he could use shadow for other purposes…

His eyes widened in shock. His breathing grew laboured. “No – way!”

The man turned to stare holes into him. Daire simply stepped forward on shaky legs, raising his finger to point up at him. The assassin raised an eyebrow.

“It’s you – I know who you are,” Daire said breathlessly. “You’re-you’re him. I can tell by the way the darkness responds to you! You’re the Phantom Ranger! Aren’t you? Deadliest assassin of all the Northern Hemisphere. Feared by even the most powerful elites. You – you use shadow for transportation – at least that’s what they say in the tales. You’re – I thought you were just an urban legend. I – I -”

It was too much. Daire found his knees trembling. His eyes filled with tears. “My goodness. To be greeted with the sight of such glory. A warrior such as yourself – it – it – it is an honour!”

He screamed the last words out, his arms practically spread out. “Please Sir, I am in your service. Consider me a humble servant – and a longtime admirer of your various adventures and endeavours!!”

Someone appeared to be laughing somewhere in the background. They were sharing in his joy! “Yes! Rejoice all who witness this meeting – the Creator has truly blessed me today,” he whooped.

Okay he was probably being a little over the top in this moment. But he just had to let out all of his emotions all at once or he was going to explode.

The assassin was so honoured by his words that his eyes seemed to be flashing like lightening, his jaw tensing with joy. Anyone else would say that he wanted to kill him. But Daire knew better.

“Who in the blazing wastelands of Connacht are you?”, the assassin growled. Daire’s excitement climbed even farther. Good heavens – even his voice was glorious! All rough and dangerous like he wished for nothing more than to kill him right this second. Daire had never felt as happy as he did in that moment.