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She was so tired.
Soon she would be able to tell him.
Gwen closed her eyes and breathed him in. Trees and spice. She felt peace.
Soon she would tell him everything, but not right now. Now she had to rest.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eris squeaked with delight and fluffed her short purple hair. “That went well, I think.”
Nor let out a deep sigh. “What have you done, sister?”
Sága turned to face Eris, her yellow eyes glowing brightly. “You know which creature she spoke of, do you not?”
“I haven’t done anything,” Eris huffed, stretching her arms out widely.
“You said he,” Sága pointed out.
Eris wrinkled her nose. “I should call you Doom and Gloom,” she griped, pointing to each of them. “You don’t even need a reason to be suspicious.”
“You always give us a reason to be suspicious,” Nor countered.
Eris crossed her arms in dramatic offense, then gave a little shrug. “Something is always ‘coming’ or ‘stirring’ in the deep darkness of the Abyss and beyond. Xel has been trapped in that mirror for centuries. Let him continue to rot.”
“Xel’voth?” Nor clarified, glancing at Sága with unease.
“He should be dead,” Sága replied, raising a questioning brow at Eris.
“He might as well be dead,” Eris told them as she fiddled with an invisible piece of lint on her skirt.
“But he isn’t,” Sága declared.
A deep scowl spread over Eris’s face. “Semantics.”
“He’s dangerous,” Nor added nervously. “His existence threatens to throw everything off balance. If he were ever to escape?—”
“You’re just worrywarts. He can’t hurt anyone if he’s stuck in that mirror,” Eris told them.
Her sisters glanced at each other and then back to her.
“He’s beyond my sight in the Hall of Reflections,” Sága told her sternly.
“It’s not my fault the mages of the mirrors created that silly pocket dimension beyond your all-seeing eyes,” Eris grumbled.
“Could he have played a part in this?” Nor asked Sága.
Her sister sighed. “Possibly. There is a cursed creature, also beyond my vision, who has played a role throughout this debacle. If Xel’voth is trapped within the Hall of Reflections and this creature was cursed by the Pool, it’s probable they have been convening.”
Eris groaned in exasperation. “Xel is silver tongued, but he’s no great mastermind. He got himself trapped in that mirror by his own people, for Moldorn’s sake. Besides, he’s no match for me. He never was and never will be, despite his best efforts—the poor, pasty little toad.”
“He should be dead,” Sága repeated with a withering look at Eris.
“A fate he avoided only by your interference,” Nor added, mirroring her sister’s scornful expression.
Eris rolled her eyes, but there was no missing the slight flush of color on her cheeks. “If he ever finds his way out of that prison—which he never will,” she conceded with annoyance, “I’ll handle him.”
“You should pray that day never comes, sister,” Nor replied.
