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“This gets a bit convoluted,” Dugald says. “The Destroyer is always of both worlds. Magic and normal. If you think about it, it makes sense.”
“Sure, but did you know my mom would be my mom?” I shake my head. That’s one hell of a sentence to say.
“No, not exactly,” Dugald says.
“But there are only so many connections between the worlds,” Moira says. “It’s not a common occurrence for a Fae to choose a mortal.”
Chewing my lip, I nod. Some things are starting to make sense, but I still don’t have all the pieces of the puzzle.
“Mom could have been the Destroyer then. You said she was half-Fae.”
“No,” Dugald says with absolute certainty.
“No? How do you know that?” I ask.
“Because she wasn’t you,” he says.
Moira touches my arm and I turn towards her.
“You, Quinn. You come when it’s time. I know you don’t remember your past, but we do. We know you. All of us.”
“And some of us can’t stand you,” Siobhan says. “Flighty, indecisive, and always obsessed with the wrong thing. Oh, and the crying. Can you ever get over it and own your role?”
“Siobhan, if there is one thing in all of this that makes total sense,” I say coolly, “it’s that I wouldn’t like you no matter how many lifetimes I give it.”
Her face lights up with delight.
“Right?” she laughs.
“Okay, you know it’s me,” I say, thinking this through and trying to find the logic. “None of this tells me what happened to my mom.” Suddenly I remember the story my dad told me, of the visitor to the hospital the day I was born. “Wait. Son of a bitch, you came for me!”
My heart speeds up as adrenaline hits, leaving me shaking with anger.
“Quinn, we knew it was you. I had no choice.”
“What did you do?” I growl.
Dad told me a stranger came to the hospital right after I was born. Now I know why, or I think I do, but I want to hear him say it. I want him to own it.
“I was under orders,” Dugald says.
“Orders? Really? That’s your excuse? What did you do, Dugald. Tell me.”
“I was sent to get you,” he says. “The Fair Queen wanted to raise you in the Fae realms, to prepare you for what would come.”
“You wanted to take me from my parents.”
“We wanted to train you,” Dugald says.
“Semantics, as if that is any better? You wanted to steal a newborn child,” I say.
Dugald shrugs. Shock and a feeling of loss fills my head, leaving me numb yet hurting at the same time, which seems incredibly unfair.
“It’s never an easy decision,” Moira says. “We all know that.”
“Do you?” I ask. “The more I know of you Fae, the less I understand you. Do you have emotions? Real ones?”
“We don’t experience the world in the same way as you,” Moira says. “Our lives are so much longer than yours, it’s a different view.”
