“Lass, can you understand me?”
There was just enough light for him to be bowled over when she turned around and pierced him with midnight eyes that heldevery last galaxy in their inky depths, the orbs so brown they were nearly black.
Beautiful, wide eyes that were burning with absolute fury.
“I’m not a cunting bird-brain.” She skittered back, swearing when one of her fragile wings snagged on the leg of the settee. “What did you do to her? She wasn’t broken in the Veil.”
That,he did not expect.
Terror and curiosity were a strange mix.
“You saw her in theVeil?”
Her eyes narrowed, chest heaving. “She pulled me out with her, after that rutting wankstain tried to suffocate me with my own fucking pillow.”
Magnus reared back. “What did you just say?”
“I’m not saying another fucking thing until you tell me why she’s hurt.”
—Fair enough?—
Aye, fine.
“She”—He pointed towards the bed—“is Lunara the Moonweaver, we’ve had a wretched fucking night here in the Montrealm, and I’m not even fucking close to the one who did that to her. She’s my sister. I’m trying to help her. Just like I’m trying to help you, Fern.”
“Is… is that my name? Fern?” Her gaze shifted away, and he could tell it physically pained her to ask and admit she didn’t know.
Fucking stars, she doesn’t… Fuck.
—Our witchling will be sorely disappointed?—
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s what we’ve taken to calling you while you slept.”
“While I slept…” Her feathered brows furrowed. “I woke up earlier, but was too tired to move. That’s whenhecame in. How long was I asleep before that?”
Magnus really needed to figure out who ‘he’ was.
“About a month, give or take, as far as we know,” he answered instead. “Lunara’s been trying to heal you since we found you in Glynmor, shredded as anything.”
“I know. I recognized her voice. Owe her my life, whatever good it is.” Her stare got lost in some space between. “I know that name. Glynmor. Feels right.” She blinked and was scowling at him again.
“Is there anything else you can remember? We can help you find your way home, aye?”
Not that it would be happening tonight. Shite, he didn’t even have time for this fucking conversation right now.
She looked absolutely pissed that wobbly tears had dared to gather in her thick, sable lashes. “No. I… I can’t. I don’t even know where homeis.Maybe that Glynmor place.”
Magnus hadn’t realized he could feel any worse than he already did. “No, lass. Glynmor isn’t anyone’s home.” He swallowed. “Not anymore.”
Her breaths quickened, nails digging into the wood planks of the floor.
“It’s alright. You’re safe here.” He reached out to lay a hand on hers, but she snatched it back.
“Did you not hear the part where someone tried to murder me, tosspot?”
Fuck me. She’s fiery as the bleeding sunstar.
—Aye. Wild, like us?—
