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“Your destiny is another day,” Pieter said. “This is only the first of many battles we’ll be called upon to fight. There are dark times ahead. Even with the Book contained, there’s still the matter of the walls between realms. They can’t be rebuilt without the Song of Making. We have our work cut out for us. ” He smiled. “Your brothers have their talents, too. They can’t wait to meet you. ”

  “Oh, MacKayla, we’ll be a family again!” Isla said, and began to cry. “It’s all I ever wanted. ”

  I looked at Barrons. He wore a grim expression. I looked back at Pieter and Isla. It was all I’d ever wanted, too. I wasn’t the king. I’d been born. I was a person with a family. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. But my heart was already trying.

  Family reconciliations aside, Barrons didn’t like the change in the game plan, and neither did I.

  We’d spent months building to this moment, and now, on the eve of battle, in walked my biological parents, telling us we were no longer necessary. They would fight the war and finish it.

  It chafed.

  “Can you track it?” Barrons demanded.

  Pieter answered. “Isla can. But it can sense her, as well, which made it too dangerous for her to be in Dublin until we were certain MacKayla had the amulet. ”

  “How did you know I had it?” I said.

  “Your mother said she felt you connect with it tonight. We came at once. ”

  “I thought I felt you connect with it once before, at the beginning of October last year,” Isla said, “but the feeling was gone almost as suddenly as it came. ”

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  I blinked. “I did touch it last October. How did you know that?”

  “I have no idea,” she said simply. “I felt the joining of two great powers. Both times I felt you, MacKayla. I felt my daughter!” Her face crumpled. “I felt Alina once, too. ” She looked away, stared into the cold fireplace for a long moment, then shivered. “She was dying. Could we please have a fire?”

  “Of course,” Pieter said immediately. He rose and moved to the fireplace, but Barrons beat him there.

  He glared at Pieter. You may be trying to claim the woman, his eyes said, but make no mistake, she and the fucking fireplace are mine.

  After a long moment, Pieter shrugged and moved back to the sofa.

  “We’ll sleep on it,” Barrons said. “Leave now. We’ll be in touch tomorrow. ”

  Pieter snorted. “We can’t leave, Barrons. This has to end here, tonight, one way or another. There’s no time to waste. ”

  I couldn’t stop looking at Isla. There was something about her face. Looking at her made me think of Rowena. I guess because the old woman had persecuted us for so long. “Why does it have to end tonight?”

  Isla gave me an odd look. “MacKayla, don’t you feel it?”

  “Feel wh—” I broke off. I hadn’t been trying to feel it. I’d been keeping my sidhe-seer volume all the way down for so long it had become instinct. “Oh, God, the Sinsar Dubh is heading straight for us. ” I opened my senses as far as I could. “It’s … different. ” I looked at Isla, who nodded. “It’s more intense. Like it’s all pumped up and ready. It’s been waiting for this. ” My eyes widened. “It’s got a suicide bomber again, and it’s going to blow us all to hell if we don’t stop it!”

  “It knows I’m here,” Isla said. Her face was pale, but her eyes were narrowed with determination that I recognized. I’d seen it in my own face. “It’s all right,” she said with a tight smile. “I’m ready, too. It may have stolen my children and torn my family apart twenty-three years ago, but tonight we’re putting it back together. ”

  Pieter and Isla excused themselves for a moment and stepped away, talking in hushed, urgent tones.

  I sat on the chesterfield with Barrons, watching them. This was all so surreal. I felt as if I’d stepped through the Silver into an alternate reality, one with a happily-ever-after. This was exactly what I’d wanted: a family, a safe haven, no responsibility to save the day.

  Then why did I feel so deflated and off kilter?

  Out there in the night, I could feel the Book coming. It had slowed for some reason, nearly stopped. I wondered if it was swapping “rides. ” Maybe it had found a better one.

  In spite of myself, despite my love for Jack and Rainey, looking at my biological parents was doing something funny to me. Knowing that they hadn’t wanted to give me up had released a knot of tension I hadn’t even known I’d been carrying. I guess some part of me had felt like the devil-child that everyone was afraid of, who’d been banished only because no one had wanted to kill a baby. But all these years my real parents had been out there, missing Alina and me, longing for us. They’d hated giving us up and had done so only for our own safety. We were connected by a mother–daughter bond. We were going to be a family again. I had so many questions!

  “I don’t trust a bloody thing about them,” Barrons said. “This is bullshit. ”

  Barrons was perfectly paranoid. Perfect awareness, he called it. It was exactly what I expected him to say. “It is hard to believe,” I murmured.

  “Then don’t. ”

  “Look at her, Barrons. She’s the woman that warded me out at the abbey, the last leader of the Haven. The woman you picked up that night. For heaven’s sake, we look alike!” When I’d first arrived in Dublin, we hadn’t. I’d been soft and curvy and still holding on to a smidge of baby fat in my face. Now I was like her, older, leaner, my face less round, my features more distinct.

  He glanced between us. “She could be a cousin. ”

  “She could also be my mother,” I said drily. “And if she is, I’m not the Unseelie King. ” There went the weight of countless sins from my shoulders. Believing I was the ultimate villain, responsible for so many twisted births and billions of deaths, had been a crushing load to carry. “Maybe they’re right, Barrons. Maybe this never was my battle. Maybe Alina and I just got caught in the crossfire. The Book sensed us as part of her bloodline and harassed us, screwed up our lives. ”

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  “Dani killed Alina,” he reminded sharply.

  Why did he have to remind me of that now? I turned to scowl at him.

  Face contorted, he was staring at me, dark eyes wild, roaring Rowena’s name so loud I was surprised the windows didn’t shatter.

  I blinked. He was just Barrons again. Looking at me strangely.

  “Are you okay?”

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said, are you okay?”

  “No, what did you say before that?”

  “I said Dani killed Alina because of Rowena, never doubt it. What’s wrong? You’re white as a sheet. ”

  I shook my head, embarrassed. Then I jerked and my head whipped toward the window. “Oh, no!” The Sinsar Dubh had begun moving again, rapidly.

  “It’s coming!” Isla cried at the same moment.

  “How long?” Pieter demanded.

  “Three minutes, maybe less. It’s in a car,” Isla said.

  I needed to know we were both sensing it in the same general vicinity. With two of us, we would be harder to deceive. I’d be damned if what had happened the last time we’d tried to corner it was happening again. “Where do you sense it?”

  “Northwest of the city. Three miles at the most. ”

  I was relieved. That was exactly where I felt it, too.

  “What part of this place is most securely warded?” Isla asked Barrons.

  He gave her a look. “All of it. ”

  “What’s the plan?” I said.

  “You must give your mother the amulet,” Pieter said.

  I touched the chain around my neck and looked at Barrons. He took a slow breath and opened his mouth. It stretched wide on a soundless roar.

  I blinked and looked again. He was composed and urbane as ever.

  “It’s your call,” he said. “You have to deci
de this one. ”

  I felt so strange. Mac 1. 0, bartender, daydreamer, and professional sun worshipper, would have wanted nothing more than to pass off any and all responsibility to someone else. To be taken care of. Not to be the one taking care. I no longer knew that woman. I liked making the hard decisions and fighting the good fight. Getting to lay down responsibility no longer felt like relinquishing a burden—it felt like being shut out of the most important parts of my life.

  “MacKayla, time is of the essence,” Pieter said softly. “You don’t have to fight anymore. We’re here now. ”

  I looked at Isla. Her blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Listen to your father,” she said. “You’ll never be alone again, darling. Give me the amulet. Release your burden and let me carry it for you. It was never meant to be yours. ”

  I looked back at Barrons. He was watching me. I knew him. He wouldn’t force my hand.

  I did a double take. Who was I kidding? Of course Barrons would try to force my hand on this. He wanted the spell of unmaking to end his son’s life. He’d been hunting it for nearly his entire existence. He would stomp and argue and roar. He’d never get this close only to back off and give me space to make my own decisions.

  “Don’t do it,” he snarled. “You promised. ”

  “The Sinsar Dubh has entered the city,” Isla said simply. “You must decide. ”

  I could feel it, too, rushing toward us, as if it knew that if it hurried, it could catch us with our pants down, me undecided, all of us exposed by my inability to commit.

  I moved toward Isla, playing the chain through my fingers. How could I accept that I didn’t have to fight this battle? I’d been preparing for it. I was ready. Yet here she stood, telling me I didn’t need to worry. I wouldn’t doom the world, and I didn’t need to save it. Others had been preparing for the same moment and were more qualified.

  That surreal feeling was back. And what was that buzzing at my ear? I kept thinking I was hearing Barrons roaring, but every time I looked at him, he wasn’t saying a word. “I need a spell from the Book,” I said.

  “Once it’s locked up, we can get anything you need. Pieter knows the First Language. It’s how your father and I met, working on ancient scrolls. ”

  I stared into the face so like my own but older, wiser, more mature. I wanted to say it, needed to do this, at least once. I might never get the chance again. “Mother,” I tried the word on my tongue.

  A tremulous, radiant smile curved her lips. “My dear, sweet MacKayla!” she exclaimed.

  I wanted to touch her, be in her arms, breathe in the scent of my mother, and know I belonged. I focused on my only memory of her, deeply buried until this moment. I focused on it hard, thinking about how treasured it was. How I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten it all these years. How my child’s mind had taken a single snapshot: Isla O’Connor and Pieter staring at me with tears in their eyes. They’d been standing by a blue station wagon, waving good-bye to us. It was pouring rain, and someone had held a bright pink umbrella with green cartoon flowers above my baby carriage, but the wind had whisked a chill mist beneath it. I’d flailed my tiny fists, cold and crying, and Isla suddenly broke away from Pieter to tuck the blanket more securely around me.

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  “Oh, darling, it was the hardest thing I ever did that day in the rain, letting you go! When I tucked you in, I wanted so desperately to snatch you up and keep you with us forever!”

  “I remember the umbrella,” I said. “I think it must be where I got my love of pink. ”

  She nodded, eyes shining. “It was bright pink with green flowers. ”

  Tears stung my eyes. I stared at her a long moment, memorizing her face.

  Isla opened her arms. “My daughter, my beautiful little girl!”

  Bittersweet emotion flooded me as I moved into my mother’s arms. When they closed warm and comforting around me, I began to cry.

  She stroked my hair and whispered, “Hush, darling, it’s all right. Your father and I are here now. You don’t need to worry about a thing. It’s all right. We’re together again. ”

  I cried harder. Because I could see the truth. Sometimes it’s there in the flaws.

  And other times it’s there in too much perfection.

  My mother’s arms were around my neck. She smelled good, like Alina, of peaches-and-cream candles and Beautiful perfume.

  And I didn’t have a single memory of this woman.

  There’d been no blue station wagon. No pink umbrella. No day in the rain.

  I slid the spear from my holster and drove it up between our bodies.

  Straight into Isla O’Connor’s heart.

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  Isla inhaled, sharp with pain, and went stiff in my arms, clutching at my neck.

  “Darling?” Blue eyes stared into mine, blank and confused. She was Isla.

  “You stupid little bitch!” Blue eyes stared into mine, fiercely intelligent, furious, hard with rage. She was Rowena.

  “How could you do this to me?” Isla cried.

  “If only I’d killed you that night in the pub!” Blood-tinged spittle sprayed from Rowena’s lips.

  “MacKayla, my darling, darling daughter, what have you done?”

  “Och, and ’tis because of you all this happened!” Rowena spat. “You bloody damned O’Connors, bringing naught but trouble and misfortune to us all!”

  I felt her legs buckle, but she caught herself on my shoulders and didn’t go down. She was one tough old woman.

  I shuddered. I’d never been talking to Isla. It was Rowena all along, carrying the Sinsar Dubh, possessed by it. But now she was dying, and the Book’s ability to maintain a convincing illusion was dying with her. She was flashing back and forth between the illusion of Isla and the reality of Rowena.

  “Did you kill my sister?” I shook the old woman so hard her hair spilled loose from its tight bun.

  “Dani killed your sister. And the two of you were always cozying up. Och, and I imagine you feel differently about her now!” She cackled.

  I used Voice. “Did you order her to do it?”

  She writhed, mouth contorting. She didn’t want to answer me. She wanted me to suffer. “Yesss!” the word exploded in an unwilling hiss. I hoped it hurt.

  “Did you use your mental coercion to make her do it?”

  Her jaw locked and her eyes narrowed to slits. I repeated the question, rattling the windows in the study with the multilayered thunder of compulsion.

  “Yesss! ’Twas my right. ’Tis why I was given such gifts! And the cleverness to use them. It requires the layering of many subtle commands, knowing precisely where to nudge. No other could have done it. ” She gave me a smug stare, proud of herself.

  I grimaced and looked away, stilled by the horror of it.

  Here it was at last—the truth of my sister’s murder. I finally knew what had happened to Alina.

  The day she’d discovered Darroc was the Lord Master, the same day she’d called me, crying, and left a message, was the day she’d been killed—but not at all for the reasons I’d thought. If it hadn’t been for Rowena, Alina would have lived through that day.

  I’d have gotten a new phone, called her in a few days, and she’d have answered. Life would have gone on for the two of us. She and Darroc would probably have gotten back together, and who knew how things might have turned out? Her message had been misleading from the beginning, but she’d had no idea this old woman was her enemy.

  This bitch, this meddling tyrant who believed it was her right to use her “gifts” to force a child to kill, had ordered Dani to take Alina to a dark alley to be murdered.

  My hands trembled. I wanted to kill her the same way.

  Had Rowena specified the monsters Dani should find and leave Alina with? Had she insisted Dani stay and watch the deed be done? Had Alina begged? Had they both wept, knowing the wrongness of it? I’d be
en forced to want sex. Dani had been forced to murder. My sister. At thirteen. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to watch yourself kill someone you didn’t want to kill. Had Dani known Alina? Liked her? And been compelled to kill her anyway?

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  “And I tried to kill you in your cell when you were a mindless whore, but you wouldn’t die! I slit your throat. I suffocated you. I gutted you, I poisoned you! Still you came back. Finally I painted over the wards to let them take you and destroy you!”

  “You painted over the—you were going to give me back to the princes?” I was flabbergasted. She had tried to kill me. I hadn’t just dreamed it. I shoved both thoughts from my mind. I wanted answers and, from the look of her, she wasn’t going to last long. Voice echoed out of me, reverberating off the walls. “Why did you kill Alina?”

  “Are you daft? She consorted with the enemy! My spies followed her to his house and saw him with Unseelie! ’Twas reason enough. Then there was the prophecy! I’d’ve killed her at birth if I could’ve. If I’d known she was still alive, I’d’ve hunted her!”

  “Did you know who she was when you killed her? Did you know she was Isla’s daughter?”

  “Och, of course,” she sneered. “I had Dani lure her to us when my girls told me they’d spotted an untrained sidhe-seer, same as I sent her to you! Alina Lane, she called herself, but I knew the instant I saw her who she was. Isla, all over again, plain as day! And my Kayleigh dead because of her mother!”

  I wanted to strangle her with my bare hands, choke the breath out of her. Over and over.

  “Did you know who I was when you saw me that first night?”

  A troubled look creased her brow. “ ’Tis impossible. You can’t be. You weren’t born. I’d have known were Isla pregnant! Women talk. They never spoke of it!”

  “How did the Book get out?” I demanded.

  A crafty light entered her eyes. “You think I let it out. I did no such thing. I do the work of angels! An angel came to me and warned me that the spells holding it had weakened. It bid me enter the forbidden chamber and strengthen the runes. Only I could do it. I had to be brave! I had to be strong! I was both. I see, serve, and protect! I have always been there for my children!”

  I caught my breath. The Book seduced. I was willing to bet there had been no angel. The old woman charged with protecting the world from the Sinsar Dubh hadn’t strengthened the runes. She’d erased them.