We reached the border in moments, once Aoilainn ordered her people to stand aside. She looked so tired and worn I wondered if she put the last of her energy into moving us as quickly as possible. It seemed the air shimmered from a blank horizon to suddenly flaring with green flame and a gathered army of fading Unseelie.I approached the doorway to the other side with Ameline next to me, gesturing for Odhran and Niamh to join us at the barrier. They came, looking as beaten down as Aoilainn, their people as weary. At least the giants sat up now, large eyes blinking slowly, sleepily, no longer prone and helpless. I looked up, saw the patch I'd installed still held, but with gaps around the edges.We didn't have much time.Odhran bowed his head to me before letting his gaze fall on Ameline. She didn't say anything to him, but he grimaced before taking his queen's hand."I had not thought to see you come to my border again," he said to the small girl body Ameline wore. "I believe I told
I feared the black, remembering the devouring feeling of it the first time, when Demetrius led me to Wilhelm Castle. But this was different, whether because I was in control or due to Ameline's presence. I didn't suffer soul-eating terror from the crushing pull of the dark. This experience slid past smooth and quiet, like riding an underground river to our destination.We emerged in a stone room, both of us stepping out together, hand in hand. Liander Belaisle hovered over a glass case, shimmering with the same iridescence as the magic Ameline and I wielded. He cried out as he saw us appear, real fear on his face, and rage.A tall, stunning blonde stood next to him, her pale gray eyes flying wide as she pointed to us."No!"But we were already acting, our power reaching for the glass. A woman lay beneath it, prone and either dead or unconscious on a stone bed. I had no idea who she was or why the Sidhe magic was attracted to her, but she couldn't have it.It didn't belong to her.
Liam's arms warmed me up as his earth magic grounded me. It was hard to enjoy with Ameline tied to me, but I did my best.Now what? His mind caressed mine gently. Are you taking her back?To prison. To the stronghold and her cell.I wished.I can't. I looked up into his eyes, welcomed the soft kiss he planted on my lips. As much as I hate to admit it, we need her. And she has to be free to develop her power."Happy to hear you've come to your senses." Ameline had to be eavesdropping. Gross. "That you finally admit we're on the same side.""For now." I stepped away from Liam, felt his tension as he hovered over me, protective though he would never stand against her. "But what happens when the Brotherhood is defeated?""I suppose we'll have to have that conversation when it happens." Ameline's chill smile turned my stomach.Lovely."And Belaisle's magic?" My power prodded hers but she blocked me, at least as much as she could around the bond. "If we're going to have balance, you
Panic tore a hole inside me, drove me to abandon Alison, abandon my own sense of safety, pushing me to run for the house.To Gram.Who I couldn't feel anymore.It wasn't until I crossed through the family wards her power touched mine again. But dim, so dim, and failing by the moment. I couldn't think, breathe, speak as I rushed through the empty house to the back door.Into carnage.Charlotte lay sprawled on her face, half inside the house, cheek and bleeding nose pressed to the stone of the walk way. Shenka sagged on the grass nearby, passed out, skin so pale I thought she was gone.Two black-robed Enforcers lay just past her, bodies smoking, the scent of burning flesh slapping me in the face.But I didn't focus on them, not while my eyes flashed over their dead bodies.To the limp old woman collapsed in the grass.I ran to her, fell on my knees, pulled Gram's body into my lap, screamed a sob as I poured power into her. She was so far away, felt like Galleytrot did when Ameli
They gave me Ameline's cell. Of course they did. I sat, dressed in a white robe just like hers, bare footed on the cold stone floor. My magic was intact, at least. They'd done nothing to block it off. Which made me wonder about the wards in the stronghold and why they weren't worried I'd bolt.Which I planned to do. Eventually.This time was very different from the last. No nice suite of rooms, no playing at "asking me questions." No fooling around with the coven leader who broke so many laws they probably didn't even need to hold a trial to sentence me to burn.I really had to give up the family magic. Just freaking do it already. Before they held my continuing leadership against the coven. But I promised Sassafras I wouldn't, that I'd wait and talk to him first. And since I had no communication with the outside world...Yeah. Who was I kidding? My reluctance had nothing to do with Sass. I was afraid, plain and simple. Not just for me, but for Shenka. And for Gram.Gram. I could
I held her against me a moment before pushing my sister out to arm's length. "What are you doing here?""Syd." Meira clutched at me, face younger only because of her obvious fear. "We have to get you out of here." She tugged on me, pulling me with her, toward the wavering slice in the veil still gaping behind her.I slipped free, shaking my head. "I can't go," I said. "Not until I know if Gram is okay."Meira's lips trembled. "Do you have any idea how much power it took to reach you? To cross?" She wrung her hands at me. "Grandmother is helping, but she won't be able to hold it forever. The power of the stronghold is fighting her. We have to go now.""Meems." I hesitated. Maybe going with her was a good idea. We could sort out all the mess later, after I'd had time to think.No. I couldn't abandon Gram. Even if that meant the Council managed to tie me to a stake and set me on fire."I have a plan," I said. Not much of one. But there was enough truth in what I said I was able to s
I'm not sure what I expected to happen. Nothing, maybe. But certainly not the pulse of power that rippled out from Mom in a sonic blast, rocking through me as I held onto her for balance and she to me.Her transformation happened almost instantaneously, though I had time to watch her shift in the heartbeats between. How her skin faded to a more normal hue, deep wrinkles plumping and vanishing as her youthful appearance returned. The way the silver traces in her hair flashed before darkening back to black. But it was her eyes, the deep blue of them, once tormented and full of rage that changed the most.Mom's hands squeezed my shoulders as the last of the power wave left her, those beautiful eyes welling with tears. One hand lifted to her throat, to the pentagram necklace, before touching my cheek so gently I barely felt the pressure of her skin."Syd?"I sobbed once, flooded with relief, almost knocking me over as I reached for her, pulling her against me. My mom. My mom was back a
Maybe I shouldn't have been so optimistic, but knowing Mom was going to be okay, that she was finally herself, went a long way to making me feel better.While I still didn't believe she would be able to save me from being condemned to death, at least she was whole and could help Gram. And Shenka when the time came I had to release the family magic.I kicked myself for not filling Mom in on everything that happened, but since she seemed to think I had to stay quiet in order for her to do what was necessary, spilling the beans would have to wait. I could only hope Demetrius would think to warn Sunny about Alison. If his brain was even firing on partial neurons at the moment.I paced, struggling with the knowledge it was likely Margaret Applegate never really left the control of the Brotherhood. I certainly wouldn't put it past them to try to snare her again and piled on another coating of guilt I hadn't checked in.You do realize most of what you're beating yourself up about really i