Connor let out a cheer. Liam opened his mouth to continue, but Kim nudged him. “Just finish it.”

Liam grinned. “My mate, she’s anxious for the celebration. In that case ...” He rested one hand on Sean’s shoulder and the other on Andrea’s. “By the light of the sun, the Father God, I recognize this mating.”

Connor launched himself into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs. He came down and grabbed the nearest person—Glory—and spun her into a hug.

“The Father God go with you, Sean,” Liam said, embracing his brother again then Andrea. “And you, sister.”

Andrea’s eyes were moist when Liam let her go, and then Kim clasped both Sean’s and Andrea’s hands. “My turn. I’ve never done this before, but here goes. May your mating be blessed and you be forever bonded. And may you be blessed with many cubs.” She smiled. “How was that?”

“Perfect.” Andrea pulled Kim into a hug, then it was Sean’s turn to show his sister-in-law some affection. After that, the rest of the crowd surged forward, wanting theirs.

It was a Shifter thing. The tactile acknowledgment of a mating, the reassurance that the pride, the clan, and the species would continue.

Liam’s acceptance of Andrea, even more than Sean’s, seemed to work magic. The Shifters who might not have come near Andrea before suddenly wanted to hold on to her for a moment or two. Feline, Lupine, Ursine—didn’t matter. She was one of them now, part of the chain of existence stretching far into the past and on into the future.

Ronan squeezed the breath out of Andrea and then let her go, laughing out loud. Eric too gave her a hard hug, congratulating her, the man who’d lost his mate happy to see another find one. Andrea’s pack leader, Wade—now her former pack leader—also stepped up to embrace her. Wade was middle-aged, for a Shifter, which meant that he was about the same age as Dylan. He’d let softer living get to him and was forming a paunch, which did not look good on his wolf.

“Be well, Andrea,” Wade said. The look in his yellow eyes was one of relief that he wouldn’t have to deal with the problem of half-Fae Andrea anymore.

“Thanks.” Andrea supposed that Wade had felt pressure from his clan and his pack about letting her come to Austin. A good pack leader didn’t simply obey his own whims but tried to do what was best for the pack. She could feel sorry for him. Almost. A good pack leader also needed balls.

Ellison was a Lupine who obviously hadn’t resented her coming to Austin. His hug lifted her off her feet.

“Congratulations, Andy-girl. I got your back anytime. Even if you’ve mated with a f**king Feline.”

Andrea dragged in a breath once Ellison let her go. “Thanks, Ellison. You’re a treasure.”

“For a Lupine,” Sean said from beside her. “Shifters who chase their own tales. What a travesty.”

Ellison put his Stetson back on with one hand. “At least I don’t cough up hairballs

.” He grinned and sniffed the air. “Hey, time for some good old-fashioned Texas bar-bee-cue.”

Sean drew Andrea a little from the crowd as Ellison ran off. “I love my family and my friends, but damn.” He circled his arms around her neck. “You’re mine, not theirs.”

“Give them a break. A mate blessing is a happy time. We need those.”

“True.” Sean pressed a kiss to her mouth, then another. “But right now I’m thinking the mating frenzy will overshadow the Texas barbeque.”

“I think so too.”

“Well, then,” Sean said into her ear, teeth on her lobe.

Andrea wished she didn’t like kissing him so much. Sean tasted like sunshine and salt, his mouth splendid against hers. She rubbed fingers under his warm hair and inhaled his scent, a Shifter aroused.

Another scent came to her, this one sharp like mint. A cold breeze slapped her, and Sean jerked her away to growl at the white gap that was opening in the trees, a little way from the celebrating Shifters.

Fionn stood in the opening, the mists of his world swirling around the gleaming silver of his mail. It was raining in the land of Faerie, though the sun shone in the human world as hard as it could.

Andrea walked to him, Sean right on her heels. The other Shifters hadn’t seen, but they would, and who knew what they’d do once they knew a gate to Faerie could open behind Glory’s house? How Fionn had opened the gate without Andrea being asleep and dreaming, she didn’t know either. But she would be sure to ask him.

As she neared him, Fionn reached out a hand gloved in finest leather. “Andrea. Child. Take my hand. Let me cross.”

“Don’t touch him,” Sean rumbled.

Fionn’s eyes flashed anger. “Can you not let me come to my own daughter’s wedding?”

“It’s a mate blessing under the sun,” Andrea said. “Not the same thing.”

His voice softened. “Please.”

Andrea saw something other than arrogance and rage today in Fionn’s dark eyes. Sorrow. Loneliness. Need. The Shifters partied by the Morrissey house, the scent of barbecued ribs floating on the breeze. Here in the grove behind Glory’s house it was quiet, mists drifting from Faerie to dissolve in the Texas sunshine.

“All right,” Andrea said. “If you promise to behave yourself.”

Sean stopped her. “Andrea, no.”

“Come on, Sean. I need to know.”

She hadn’t told Sean what she’d planned if she saw Fionn again, and she didn’t have time to tell him now. Without giving herself time to think about it, Andrea shook off Sean’s hold and held her hand out to Fionn’s.

The moment Andrea touched him, Fionn’s expression turned from sorrow to triumphant glee. He grabbed Andrea’s wrists and yanked her toward him, and she heard Sean yell as she went hurtling toward the gap.

Fionn started to laugh, a laugh that cut off in a scream as Andrea slapped the first steel handcuff she’d pulled from her belt around his wrist. Fionn stared in disbelief. Andrea smiled hugely as she clicked the second cuff around his other wrist, hooked her finger around the cuffs and dragged Fionn into the human world.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Fae warrior wrenched away from Andrea and fell to his knees, his chain mail rattling as he clawed at his wrists. “They’re burning! Get them off me!”

Sean whipped his sword from its sheath and rested the point against Fionn’s neck. “Sun and moon, Andrea, where the hell did you get handcuffs?”