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“No. We got here in time. He needed help, and I have energy I can transfer, unlike most fey, as you know. But it drained me. Please tell me no one is on their way to kill me, because I can’t handle a fight right now.”
“You wouldn’t be able to fight them even if you were at full strength. I heard Roslyn kicked their asses though. Wish I could have seen that. Anyway, that’s not why I’m calling. Where are you?”
That last question seems to be the most important and suspicious, so I focus on it instead of the rest he said.
“I think it’s safer if you don’t know.”
“Can you be heard?”
She eyes me, and I narrow my gaze at her.
“Yes. Roslyn’s sitting right here. What’s your angle, son?”
“No angle. Just tell me where you are.”
She holds her silence for a second before hanging up, and I stare at her expectantly.
“I assume they’re hovering over him trying to find out where we are. I’ll know for sure when he messages me back. But I think now they’re more concerned with damage control than anything else. You’re strong if you stood up to them and escaped with her.”
I just nod, staring blankly at my mother as she stays motionless on the bed. Even from here, I can see most of the wounds have closed up.
“They’re scared of her,” she says softly, reaching over to take my hand.
I pull away from her grasp so suddenly, that she flinches, and I move away from her, needing my space. I don’t like strangers touching me. Thad was the only exception, and right now, I’m not trusting my instincts because of that judgment.
“They should be more scared of Roslyn, especially after this shit.” Dad’s voice is sudden, and I look up with watery eyes to see his exhausted face as he walks through the door.
“How’d you know?” I whisper, not acknowledging what he said.
He comes to sit beside me, and I lean into him as he wraps me up in his arms.
“I’m in their circle. They sort of had a few choice words to share about the lie I told them. I… might have led them to believe your mother was dead. Because I knew how they’d react if they knew the truth. Or at least I thought I did.”
“They just had Dicera call me to tell them where we are. How’d you find us?” Liza asks him.
“Sadie told me what homes she’d be staying in. She’s always kept me updated, Liza.” His tone sounds challenging for reasons unbeknownst to me. And I’m too exhausted to care what’s going on between them. “And Dice is calling you to find Roslyn. Not Sadie. Thad’s apparently not doing so well with everything that went down. He’s trying to find her.”
My heart squeezes, and another tear slips out. I’d really be a monster if I admitted I still love the bastard who almost killed my mother. But time heals all wounds. Eventually, my heart will have to heal—when it stops being numb.
“Why did they call her Sadie? Her name is Rose,” I tell him, deciding I don’t feel like falling apart, and talking about Thad will definitely have me falling apart.
He kisses my forehead, and another tear slips out.
“She changed her name several times throughout the past couple of decades. She just didn’t want to burden you with the truth of who she was.”
That gut-twisting feeling has been with me since this all happened. Once the fury bubbled over, it turned into panic. Panic ebbed after the dark angel showed up, and now I’ve been riddled with questions and plagued with unsettling thoughts.
“Because of what she did to Kimber? Were they telling the truth?”
When I see the hesitation in his face, I pull away from him. I spent my entire life having a secret relationship with my parents. My mother used magic to make my human caretakers give me blood, making them see it as something else entirely. I lived off their blood mostly.
They would sneak me out of the houses to teach me how to fight or how to use magic, training me and teaching me control by working together. Yet they didn’t prepare me for this?
“She was ashamed. You know how Hilly treated her. It’s easy to brainwash a child who is so desperate for her mother’s affection. So she did as she was told, knowing it would just get her killed if she ever tried to stand up to her. Alyssa saw the good in her, and she let her live because of that. I think they’ve been waiting for the shoe to drop all these years. They don’t like not knowing who’s behind the curtains, but it’s not your mother.”
I wipe my nose when it starts running, and I turn away from him.
“They want to kill her.”
