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“Why not?”
“Because look how you’re acting!”
Grunting, I flipped onto my side to stare at him.
“How am I supposed to act when I hear that my presence is causing chaos in your realm? Deaths?”
“Bianca,” he said. “You aren’t causing any of that. Gabriel is the only one responsible for anything that’s happened. This shame you’re feeling is… natural, I suppose. But it’s unwarranted. It is not your problem.”
It sure felt like my problem.
“Go back to sleep,” he told me, nuzzling his face into my breasts.
His hot breath lulled me into submission for the moment, but that moment would not last.
* * *
Sage gloweredat me the moment I walked into the kitchen in the morning. Dahlia was already there, spooning cereal into her mouth. Her eyes darted anywhere but at the irate fae.
“Where is he?” Sage roared in a voice louder than I’d ever heard her use.
Dahlia eyed me, appearing relieved that I’d finally joined the conversation.
“W-what’s wrong?” I stuttered, unsure I really wanted to know.
Sage snorted. “You’re what’s wrong,” she retorted. “Where is Atlas?”
“In the bedroom,” I squeaked.
Sage stormed out of the kitchen, leaving me with my sister. It was only then that I noticed that Luve was trying to make herself scarce in the corner.
“Good morning, miss. Would you like some breakfast?” the housekeeper asked.
I thought of Alanah then, and my heart jumped into my mouth. What had happened to Jesse’s servant? Had she been discovered helping us escape? Or had she led us directly into Eugene’s waiting arms? I still had no idea how that had played out. And I guessed I never would know, either.
Everywhere I went, there was trouble. I brought it with me. To Alanah. To Atlas.
I couldn’t keep putting those who helped us at risk.
“Why do you have that look on your face?” my sister demanded.
She knew me too well. I looked at Luve.
“No, thank you,” I mumbled. “I’m not hungry.”
“You should eat,” she insisted. “You’re very skinny.”
“She’s right, Bee. You should eat.”
I understood her underlying message.
While we still have access to food.
I stared at my twin, crunching down on her cereal like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. She’d gained most of the color back in her face, and her strength was exactly where I’d hoped it would be. She was strong enough to go again.
But I couldn’t ask her to leave a place where she finally had security. And Dahlia wasn’t a part of the curse.
“Bianca!”
