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“You’ve missed another major life event,” I said, “but not to worry, I’m fairly confident I have run out of funerals to attend—the ones that matter, anyway.”
Silverthorne was not amused. He walked toward us slowly, spinning a trinket between his fingers as he came. I’d dare say he appeared nervous.
He paused before me, lifting his hand to my face, but I turned away.
“Thank you for coming,” I said, as apathetically as I could manage. “I was surprised to be left alone so diligently by all of you.”
Silverthorne still didn't say a word. Not a retort, not a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at the nervous man before me who looked anything but the fearsome sky pirate that he was hailed to be.
“The last thing I wanted to do was come here today,” he said.
I snorted. “Well, then you shouldn’t have bothered. I am surprised it was you,” I said. “I’d assumed it would have been Killian to come comfort me, but it seems even he has better ways to spend his time now that I’ve quit on you all.”
“Ainsley.” His voice was sharp, and it instantly chased the petulant child from my attitude. Something was wrong.
“We’ve run into some problems, and we’ve been trying to handle them ourselves. But, I wanted you to know as soon as you’d finished your services.”
I braced myself against the wooden pew of the church, clutching it tightly. I didn’t think I could take one more tragedy. One more bit of news that was bad.
“What?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse.
“Killian’s been missing. For almost a week. With no demands for ransom, though we know he was taken.” Silverthorne cleared his throat and clasped his hands together, squeezing them until his knuckles were white. “By Bash’s men.”
Nothing. For a brief, fleeting moment, I felt nothing. Until like a match igniting a flame, my gut swelled with light. I couldn’t see. My eyes were dimmed by something inside of me. A rolling thunder carried over the skies, appearing from nowhere on this crisp sunny day.
And just like that, my magic had returned. With vengeance. Angry for being swallowed as I grieved for my mother, and furious over the news Silverthorne had just uttered.
Because it could not be true. I wouldn’t accept it as true. Nobody could get the jump on Killian. Nobody.
And if they had… I could barely swallow what pain must have been inflicted in order to do so.
Sparks of lightning ran down my arms as my breathing became erratic. I was losing control. And fast. Never before had I seen my magic carry itself around my body like it was now. Even Silverthorne had the gall to appear frightened.
“I’m going to kill that bastard.” I flung my hand toward the door and a bolt of lightning shot from my fingertips, alleviating some of the pressure that had built inside of me. Suddenly, a light swelled in my gut, and I threw my head back, screaming as one hell of a storm crashed into Rookhallow Proper.
“I’m going to kill the rogue!”
