“Where have you been for so long?”
The answer was too simple, but Asherah had to start somewhere. Her sister’s violet eyes were pleading.
“With Skuld. I never made it to the Feast Day.”
Silva shook her head. It was odd to think of her that way, but everyone else called her such, and it did fit her. Her Fae sister tucked her wings behind her and sat at a mahogany desk. Kalinda had given them the room to talk.
Asherah had not been given the gift of flight; it only belong to the coronated Queen of Seraph. The presence of the wings marked Silva for who she was more than any crown ever could.
“What happened?”
“I was accosted by some of Joran’s men, and I knew I had to tell you. I tried to get back to you, but his men were everywhere. I knew they were going to kill me, and Skuld appeared. I thought she’d help me.”
Asherah’s throat ached. A hundred and seventy years separated them, and the gap was large. So many things, so many unanswered emotions. Their relationship was another casualty of this war they did not understand.
Two sisters. Of the same House. Separated.
“A Norn. We thought they were myths.”
“They are very real.” Asherah shuddered at the memory. “She wanted to change me into a Fury.”
Silva shuddered. “It was lucky she did not, and we don’t need to tell them all that would entail.”
A Fury was more than rage and emotions propelled inside of strong magical Fae. It was the bringer of the end of time. A harbinger of the apocalypse. Asherah was not trying to hide it, but there were things known to the high House of the Fae that were not common knowledge, and she knew spilling those secrets could make others use it for their gain.
There were many ways to turn a Fae into a Fury, and none of them could risk someone finding a way.
“If Skuld wanted to bring on the end of time, this changes things. She’s not after just me.”
No, Asherah never thought she had been. No matter what Skuld’s plot was, only she knew the details of it.
“She’s going to come after me.”
Silva got up from behind the desk and came to Asherah’s side, wrapping her wings around her in a tight embrace. “You will have me by your side. I’m not the same woman I was before. I promise.”
“Even to say that makes you different.”
“Most of the time I’m giving the males here a hard fucking time, or generally being amazing. But I do remember what we once had, sister. I want to find it again.”
“I do too.”
And she did. Heath had given Asherah more than she could hope for. Not just her freedom, but her family too. She now had a chance to live her life the way she wanted to.
“So … Heath, huh?”
“Heath.”
“You’re blushing.”
“You would be too.”
Silva chuckled, and the light, metallic scent of her magic sprinkled from her wings. “I have yet to come across a male who can tame me.”
Asherah was not so sure about that, but she chose not to speak on it. “You are speaking differently now.”
“You don’t understand human English yet, and I want you to be comfortable.”
“Then act as you are. I want to know my sister now, not the memories I have.”
