Sever scowled at me. “I didn't say I was bringing her back.”
“But she's not in danger. Hell's Light is behind my dreams, not an Angel. Fairy is safe for her.” I leaned closer. “And where are you anyway?”
“Underground!” Miri clapped her hands. “I flew underground, Mama!”
“Did you?” I smiled brightly at her and flicked a glare at Daxon.
“He wanted to hide Miri somewhere no one would look for them,” Daxon said. “I thought it was a good idea. So, yeah, I brought them into the Fairy Underground.”
I grimaced. “Yes, all right. That's a pretty good idea.”
Sever and Daxon stared at me.
“What?”
“Seren was attacked by the blight,” Sever said to Daxon. “She says it took her guilt.”
“Among other things, it appears.” Daxon frowned. “Are you all right, Seren?”
“I'm great.” I grinned at Miri. “And I'll be even better once my girl is home.”
“I like it here!” Miri bounced on her father's lap.
Sever looked from her to me. “I think we'll stay until you conquer the blight.”
I frowned, but Miri looked happy, and that was the most important thing.
“Hey, Mom.” Caelum leaned around his father to wave at me.
“Hey, my handsome boy! You're there too? I miss you.” I touched the crystal over his face.
“I miss you too, Mom.”
Caelum looked so much like his father, with his indigo hair, recently cut in the same style as Daxon's—short but with a rebel spikiness to it. But his eyes were identical to my father's, with silver star spokes over deep purple irises.
“Cae!” Miri reached for him.
All the little girls loved my Caelum. And he loved the attention.
Oozing charm, he grinned at Miri and picked her up. “Hey, baby sister. Do you want to play with me outside?”
“Yes!” Miri looked at her father.
Sever nodded. “Go on, but don't go too far.”
“We'll stay just outside,” Caelum promised. “Bye, Mom.”
“Bye, my love.” I blew him a kiss. “Bye, Miri. Have fun!”
“Bye-bye, Mama!”
I watched my kids leave, contemplating how relieved I was over Miri's adaptability. It seemed as if she'd already forgotten that awful scene in Fairy. The relief came because I still felt that guilt. The blight hadn't taken it. That's right. I had fought to keep that pain, and that's what freed me. How fascinating.
I looked back at my husbands. “Tiernan and I are staying here until I recover. He doesn't want me going up against the blight without my bad emotions.”
“You are not yourself.” Tiernan set a cup of tea down on the low table before me and then sat down beside me on the couch with his own teacup. Once he was settled, he focused on the scry phone. “Severriel, what are you doing with Daxon?”
“They're in the Fairy Underground,” I said.
