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Now, storming into their home, her powers thrumming to life inside of her, Fey felt those blades pulling her toward them like a beacon.
She had expected Alastair to be working at the club tonight. He wasn’t. And he wasn’t alone. Fey stopped for just a moment, staring in surprise at Jasper on their couch, hunched over himself as though in pain, leaning against Alastair’s chest.
“What’s going on?” she asked, throat constricting. “Is he hurt?”
Alastair shook his head.
“It’s Vivian,” Jasper said. He looked up at her, fear in his eyes. “Something’s wrong with her.”
Guilt twisted in Fey’s stomach. She didn’t have time, not even for him, not now. She was on a mission, and her sister needed her.
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I’m so sorry but…but I can’t stay.”
Alastair’s gaze sharpened.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The council was attacked by a Blood Witch,” Fey told him. When Alastair opened his mouth, the sharp look in his eye replaced with fear, she shook her head quickly. “Your brother is fine. They all are. But I have to go. Kallista is tracking her, and… they need me. The realm needs me.”
Jasper nodded, slowly.
“Go,” he told her. “Do what you need to do.”
They knew who and what she was. And they understood, both of them.
Fey moved past them toward the bedroom, kneeling before the bed and reaching under it blindly.Where was it, where was it?
There.Her hand clasped the wood, and she pulled, yanking it out triumphantly. It was just as beautiful as she remembered, just as beautiful as the day Joy had brought it home for her. Her fingers trailed lovingly over the carved wood gently before she opened it.
The twin blades felt almost warm in her hands as she took them out.
As her fingers worked to attach the familiar sheaths to her thighs, Jasper’s voice carried from the living room.
“I just don’t understand what happened. One second, we were talking, and the next… nothing. Like I passed out.”
“And she was just gone?” Alastair was asking.
“Vanished,” Jasper answered, pain lacing the words. Fey’s heart twisted in her chest. She would help him. Would help Vivian, too, as soon as she could. But not now. Whatever was happening with his niece could wait.
The danger to the realm couldn’t.
“That’s not even the weirdest part, though,” Jasper continued. “She kept talking about… aboutshadows, and someone controlling them. She had to get away from the shadows. She wasn’t making any sense, but?—”
Fey’s heart stuttered. In a numb haze, she stood, blades clasped in her hands, and slowly she stalked back into the living room.
“What did you just say?” she asked Jasper, praying she’d misheard.
Jasper blinked. “About Viv?”
“About shadows,” Fey answered, her voice strained. Let her be wrong. Please let her be wrong.
“Viv… she said shadows were chasing her. Someone was controlling them, and… she needed to get away from them…”
No.
No, it couldn’t be.
“Vivian’s father…” Fey whispered. “The male who sired her. He was a Witch, wasn’t he?”
