If the two of them put their minds to it, there would really be no way to tell them apart.
Spooky.
“Dear gods, who’s dead?”
They all froze as Urian came into the room to catch them gathered together.
“Please tell me it’s Stryker.” There was no missing the hopeful note in Urian’s voice.
“Not funny.” She handed Aricles back to Bethany as she braced herself for the last thing she wanted to do.
How in the world was she going to tell Urian about Phoebe.…
Now she wished she’d taken Davyn up on his offer to be here for this confrontation. But then she wasn’t a coward, and Urian was her brother.
I can do this.
Falcyn put his hand on her shoulder to let her know that he was with her. She took comfort in his presence.
And with a deep breath, she braced herself for what was going to be a bad reaction.
Real bad.
“There’s something I need to tell you, Urian. Something you’re not going to believe.”
“I’ve won the mega-million lottery?”
She rolled her eyes at his misplaced and extremely irritating humor. “No. It’s about Phoebe.”
That sobered him completely. The color faded from his cheeks. When he spoke, his tone was brittle. “What about her?”
There was no easy way to do this. So she settled on just ripping the Band-Aid off as quickly and mercifully as possible. “Stryker didn’t kill her that night. She’s still alive.”
Gah, that sounded harsh even to her own ears. She could kick her own ass.
Delicate, thy name isnotMedea.
He staggered back into his father’s arms and would have fallen had Styxx not been there. “What?”
“Breathe,” Styxx whispered in his ear. “I’ve got you.”
Urian shook his head. “It’s not possible.”
I feel that, brother.
But she had to be strong for him. And she had no choice now except to see this through. “Both Davyn and I saw her. She’s alive, Urian. Just not the same.”
Tears filled his eyes as he met Acheron’s gaze. “Did you know?”
“I swear on my mother’s life, I had no idea. She’s not human so I can’t see her fate. It’s beyond my powers. If I’d known, I’d have told you.”
Urian blinked and blinked again as he slowly digested her news and came to terms with it. “Stryker knew?”
Medea nodded weakly.
His breathing ragged, Urian glared at her. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
“He didn’t want you to feel guilty for what she’s become. For what she did.”
