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“No.”
The lone word was damning. But I refused to believe it. No matter who or what she was.
“Thatyou’re certain of, but nothing else. What a gift you have, Seer.” Niall Fallon’s voice was mocking and just as cutting as my father’s had been.
She went still. “If you’re going to keep insisting on belittling me, perhaps you’d prefer to weather the storm without me.” She swept out of the room without a backward glance.
Antoinette moved to follow her, but Gabriel gave a jerk of his chin. “Leave her. I’ll deal with her later.”
Blaire let out a heavy sigh. “If there’s a possibility Caleb won’t go through with the ritual, we have to try and find Sunday. The rest can be sorted out once that is done.”
“So how do we do that? Moira already tried.” I hated the tightness in my throat.
“She did?” Blaire’s eyes flashed with concern. “Is she all right?”
“She’s fine. Safe back at Blackthorne Manor,” Alek said. “She mentioned the spell she placed on Sunday concealing her scent must be hiding Caleb from us as well. She tried to break it but failed.”
“My granddaughter always was too strong for her own good. You’ll need an entire coven to pierce that veil.” She nodded decisively as if reaching some sort of conclusion. “You’ll come to us. Bring Moira and that friend of hers. We’ll see what we can do after our ritual is complete.”
I nodded, knowing the others would agree to a fragile truce between the Society and us. Once we found Sunday, however, all bets were off.
“If that’s all, I think I hear heaven calling.” Gabriel vanished before anyone else could respond, and the room darkened just a bit. So hewasfucking glowing.
The rest of the members dispersed slowly, trickling out of the room until it was just me, my father, and my friends.
“Give us a minute,” I said, never taking my eyes off my dad.
“You sure? We can stay,” Alek offered.
“This is between us.”
“We’ll be just outside,” Thorne said, his gaze filled with understanding.
“Son, I know you think this is the worst thing that could happen, but—”
“Yeah, I fucking do. What if this was mom? One of us? Would you have killed me to stop the Apocalypse?”
He clenched his jaw. “That’s not fair. You can’t ask me to make a choice based on those circumstances. This isn’t a real baby, son. You’re being fooled. Tell me, what kind of baby is made by four fathers?”
My heart hammered, pulse roaring in my ears. “She’s real.”
“Maybe it’s real, but it’s not natural. It’s the result of some kind of evil magic. I’m telling you, thatthingyou’re calling a child has no soul. It’s a vessel of destruction, nothing more. Would you really risk everything to protect it when the result is losing everything and everyone else you love? Me, your mama, your sisters? Your pack? You tell me I’m failing as Alpha, yet you're the one placing everything above the people you’re supposed to protect. What kind of man does that make you, Kingston?”
“A better one than you.”
“It makes you selfish. I’m ashamed to be your father right now.”
“You’re not my father. Not anymore. I renounce all claim to the Farrell pack.”
He sucked in a breath. “Kingston.”
“No. We’re done here. I never want to see you again. You’re dead to me.”
I walked out of the room, my heart pounding and something that felt an awful lot like grief swirling inside my chest. I was angrier than I’d ever been, but instead of feeling any of that heat, I just felt... empty.
“You okay?” Thorne asked.
“I won’t be okay until we get our mate back.”
