Boe opened his eyes and struggled up on one elbow, saying, “Mistress Rogue?” but then he collapsed back to the pillow when he saw it wasn’t Rogue.
“I’m Rowan,” she whispered. “Rogue’s sister.”
Boeson’s eyes dropped closed. He stilled.
Rowan looked up at Eventine and shook her head. She took her pendant and put it between her palm and Boeson’s.
Nothing.
She put the pendant on Boeson’s chest. Nothing appeared to happen. Rowan picked her pendant back up and looked at Eventine, disappointed.
Eventine placed Boeson’s hand gently back on the bed, then she turned to Trevor and Wade. “Maybe if all the One True Mates were together…”
She trailed off, looking at Boeson, replaying what he’d said.
Only a foxen can hold this power.
79—Worlds Colliding
Sage stared at Rhogun, digesting what he’d said—that Abigail White was Boeson’s twin sister and a Primaryfoxen, born to serve the demon… but Abigail never had. She’d been taught that Boeson had been the demon’s servant for the last three centuries. Almost a year ago, he’d escaped the Pravus and gone to live out his last days with family in Chicago. They’d heard he’d arrived safely, but nothing since. Boeson had broken the Van Boeson Tether after his first 150 years of service to the demon, and most of them moved out of Serenity immediately, never to return, not even their families. Boeson had then served the demon for another 150 years,so that no one else had to do it,secretly helpingfoxenwhen he could, and sending messages of closure and condolences to the Ula when necessary—when Khain killed or capturedfoxen. Boeson’s early life was not well known and if he had a twin, like most Primaryfoxen,no one knew who the twin was. Rhogun thought it was Abigail, but if so, she would have been the first female Primary ever, and she somehow seemed to have escaped serving 150 years in the Pravus.
Sage looked out the window. She was nervous to talk about Nana, but if she couldn’t do it here, now, the old woman would control her forever.
She sat up straight and put strength in her voice. “Would you tell me the prophecy again?” Sage pulled the plant label out of her pocket and found a pen in the center console, then wrote it down while Rhogun recited. She put the label in her pocket, saying, “But Na—but Abigail doesn’t have arenqua.” Her voice was hesitant, because she didn’t know for sure.
“It was scraped off, or she hides it with magic.”
“So, it’s a star? She’s Citlali?”
Rhogun nodded slightly. “Don’t you think she is?”
Sage shook her head. No one knew if Abigail had arenquaor not, but if she was a Citlali, wouldn’t they all know? Wouldn’t she say? Sure, she was powerful enough to be a Citlali, but if she’d acquired her power with magic, Sage would call her a witch, not a Citlali.
“Rhogun, I can’t… I can’t cooperate with Abigail, or work with her. She's…” Sage couldn’t bring herself to say more.
Rhogun lifted his eyepatch and the dead eye crawled over her. “You won't work with her, you will surpass her and take over. You,vixie, are stronger than she, especially with your sisters beside you.”
“What sisters?” Sage whispered back.
“I see many powerful sisters around you, some alike, some not, all joined by a celestial link.” He dropped his eyepatch.
Sage felt no firm footing beneath her. The truck might as well have been floating. She was an only child, but what Rhogun meant was…
She squeezed his hand, saying, “Then I really am a One True Mate.”
Rhogun’s eyebrows went up. He looked at the males outside the window. “Did Canyon tell you that?”
Sage nodded, searching his eyes.
Awe filled his voice. “The prophecies are colliding.”
Tingles spread through Sage as Rhogun echoed Mina, but she shook her head. “But Rhogun, I didn’t have a mate reaction and Canyon didn’t, either.”
In the seat near them, the first alarm on the robot chimed.
They both looked at it. Rhogun’s face was troubled.
“Abigail is involved,” he said. “Somehow.”
