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Father smiled softly. “Leethe and Kayla are still with me, yes. They’ll have dinner on the table when we go in. But walk softly with your questions. Kayla lost her husband in the war. Lethesanar’s guards killed him when he insisted on trying to protect the house. I told him to leave, to hide, but he refused. And Leethe is still pining over the good china and the antiques.”
As Iris started to clamber out of the carriage, Sephreh reached up to lift her down. She blushed but thanked him, and—followed by Morio—we headed toward the house.
A cluster of eye-catchers floated up the cobblestone path that led to the entrance, and even in their dim light, I could tell that the door was new. Gone were the glorious glass panels Father had commissioned for my mother, with their intricate roses and vine work, and in their place, there was now a sturdy door of solid oak with a smaller pane of clear glass.
My heart sank. Mother had loved the stained glass. Unbidden, images of smashed windows and scarred wood flooded my thoughts. I glanced at Sephreh, but he shook his head sadly.
“I told you, there was much damage” was all he said as he opened the door and waved us through.
I walked into the foyer, breathing deeply. I was home. I had come home again, after over two years of being away.
As I looked around, everything seemed alien. Even the walls, which had been freshly repaired and whitewashed. The furniture was all new, although a number of the knickknacks had survived the siege. There was Mother’s anniversary clock, and over there, the carefully crocheted afghan she’d made for the living room. Delilah had peed on it when she was a kitten and Mother had laughingly washed it by hand, taking the entire morning to spread it out just so, so it would keep its shape when it dried. Delilah was too little to do anything but cry when she realized how much work she’d caused.
Beneath the new furniture and fresh paint were memories of my childhood. The silver dragon box Father had given Mother for her birthday. The clay candy dish I’d made for her when I was barely three. The framed poem Menolly had written for both our parents when she first learned how to use a pencil. A wave of nostalgia swept over me and I longed for a simpler time when the worst hurts were the taunts of our classmates, when Menolly still ran under the sun, and Mother’s smile radiated over all of us.
I leaned on the back of the rocking chair to steady myself, and sucked in a long, deep breath.
“Are you okay?” Morio said, slipping up to lightly rest his hand against the small of my back.
Nodding, I forced a smile. “It’s just been a while. So much is the same, and so very much . . . is different.”
Different not just with the house and furnishings, but with me, and with my sisters. And most of all—with the world. I tried to shake off the mood as we went into the dining room for dinner. The fire was crackling in the hearth as Leethe and I hugged and kissed, and Kayla, too. They both looked a little worn: Kayla’s eyes had lost some of the sparkle they’d had before the civil war.
After dinner, which had been a thick venison stew and fresh bread, Iris and Morio gracefully withdrew to sleep, leaving my father and me alone to talk. I curled up in the overstuffed loveseat, resting my head on his shoulder as he gently patted my hand.
“Every day, I wonder if we’ll come out of this alive,” I said. “Every night, I go to bed, tired and worried and dreaming about demons.”
“You are my daughter,” he said. “You share my inability to let go of your duties, but Camille, I never, ever envisioned this life for you. Fighting demons, living among your mother’s people. I hoped you would all marry and have families of your own. Of course, Menolly’s . . . accident . . . changed all that.”
“It wasn’t an accident, Father. She was raped, and tortured, and killed, and then Dredge turned her into a vampire. Can’t you bring yourself to admit what happened, even now?”
He sighed. “I know what happened, my girl. All too well. I don’t like to dwell on it. But Camille, I fear for you. Death magic is a heavy yoke to wear. What says the Moon Mother about your studies?”
“I think she likes it,” I said softly.
He shook his head. “So much death. Delilah a Death Maiden, my Menolly a vampire . . . I was proud of all of you when you chose to join the bureau of Intelligence, but I never wanted you to face the dangers you now fight. I truly do wish you’d all just married young and moved into peaceful lives.”
I gave him a sad smile. “And how long would that have lasted? Until Shadow Wing found the spirit seals and ripped open the worlds? Then we’d all be dead. Or worse. Instead, because we happened to be in the right place at the right time, both Earthside and Y’Eírialiastar have a fighting chance. If we have to sacrifice our lives to grab that chance, then so be it. We are all willing.”
As I stood, so tired I ached to the core, Father took hold of my shoulders. “Do you know how proud I am of you? Of all three of you?”
And then, I saw it. There in his eyes—love and pride and honor behind a wash of tears. “And we, of you. Father, please, look for love again. You deserve to be happy. We wouldn’t feel badly if you found someone new to share your life with, as long as she accepted us.”
He stared at me like there was something he wanted to tell me, but then softly said, “I don’t forsake women. But your mother . . . there was something about her, something I cannot forget. You and your sisters inherited that quality. A radiance that comes not from your Fae charm, but from the core of your hearts. Your mother knew who she was, and knew what she was worth. As you would say, she’s a tough act to follow. But thank you for caring.”
As he kissed me on the forehead and sent me off to bed, I thought about what it meant to be back here. And then, as I crawled under the covers next to Morio, I realized that no matter how much I loved this house, it was no longer my home. My anchor rested within three men, and my two sisters and Iris. And no matter where we were, as long as we were together, I would be home.
CHAPTER 11
The next morning as we waited for clearance to use the portals inside the palace, we wandered around the Great Hall and I saw just how much of the palace was under renovation. Lethesanar had apparently decided if she couldn’t hold the throne and the city, she’d destroy it before her sister took control. She’d done a damned good job of tearing up the joint, as well as ripping a swath of destruction through the streets. From what I gathered, she’d also managed to kill over a thousand citizens who had switched sides on her.
Houses stood in ruins, buildings gutted from magic, fire, and ramrods. Entire stretches of the city were destroyed and there were a lot of people living on the streets and long lines of the hungry lined up at the temples begging for food.
A stone formed in my heart when I saw that the park stretching around the southern border of Lake Y’Leveshan had been thoroughly trashed. Trees were uprooted and burned, the fountains were in rubble, and the rose gardens and arbors that had been so beautiful every midsummer were shredded. Some of my happiest memories from childhood had taken place in that park, and I cried as we passed. Father patted my shoulder, but said nothing.
Sephreh was going with us. He had some sort of meeting to attend in Dahnsburg. Now, as we waited for word that the portal was ready, he wandered through the hall with Morio by his side. They were chatting about Morio’s connection with Grandmother Coyote.
I glanced around, looking for Iris. She was pacing the left side of the hall, her eyes focused on the ground. I caught up with her.
