What was that, between you and Bronwen?
It takes Lorcan several heartbeats before he admits,She was telling me not to strike down Alyona of Glace.He sounds as though he’s just bitten into something sour.Not to meddle with fate.
Fate?
The girl Bronwen saw standing over Alyona’s body, Glacin dagger in hand, is not you, Fallon. It’s our daughter.
Seventy-One
My clammy fingers tighten around Aoife’s throat.Our . . . We have a daughter?
Not yet.
I roll my eyes.I may have been kept in a magical coma, but it lasted two weeks; not nine months.
Anger vibrates so loudly through our bond that I mentally kick myself for having brought up my imprisonment.
How far is the ship?
Silence.
Lore?
My mate must’ve flocked into his head because his silence endures.
Lore, let the past—
It will forever haunt me. As for the ship, we’ll reach it in about two hours.
Will we be sinking it?
After we recover the runestone, yes.
If only we had the cover of night . . . To think that in Luce, the sky’s dark with stars, but out here, on the Northern Sea, golden rays still skip across the waves.
I will conjure a storm.
I wait to hear the rest of his plan. When he doesn’t elaborate, I prompt him with an,And . . .?
And then I’ll steal aboard the ship in shadow form. Once I detect the stone, I’ll shift and carry it out of wherever they’ve hidden it with my talons.
I stare at him.
What?
That’s a terrible plan, Lore.
Excuse me?
They’ll have obsidian weapons aboard. And perhaps even pints of Meriam’s blood.
All the blood that was distributed around Luce—
—is serpent blood. I know. I heard. But what if Tavo has the fucking real deal?
He mutters something under his breath.
Oh, don’t you growl at me for using the word fuck. It’s truly not that godsawful. No worse than your plan.
