His words might have meant something back then, but now they were pebbles tossed at a brick wall. “You turned a child.”
He nodded. “I’m not sure how you are no longer a child, but I would be interested in hearing your story. If you wish to tell me.”
“I don’t.”
Liaza nodded and briefly squeezed his eyes shut. “Why have you come?”
“I’m looking for anything my mother might have left behind.”
Liaza tilted his head and studied me, his eyes beginning to glow. I tensed and was about to scream at Evie to get the hell out of there, when he sighed. “You are not well.”
I blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“You need blood, Moira. Something has happened to you. I can sense your weakness.”
“How?” I snapped.
A faint smile touched his lips. “As much as I wish it were not so, you are my child. I would recognize you anywhere, and as such, I would know if you were suffering.” He paused. “And you are.”
I took a step back. Evie moved closer.
Liaza sighed. “I wish you would not look at me so. I mean you no harm.”
I cracked a laugh. “Just like you meant me no harm all those years ago?”
“Moira—” Evie reached for my hand.
Liaza clicked his tongue. “None of that.” He lifted a hand. A gust of wind sent Evie hurtling away, her screech of rage ripping through the air.
In a burst of startling speed, Liaza was suddenly in my face. “Come,” he whispered.
His hand wrapped around my arm in a bruising grip. “Someone awaits you, and we must attend her.”
I tried to tear myself away, but Liaza was far older and stronger than me. He smiled and ripped me through the woods, carrying me as if I weighed no more than a rag doll.
With dawning realization, I knew exactly who we were going to see.
And I knew who’d sent me that dream.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
ETHAN
Evie appeared in the middle of my Keep, her hair standing up like she’d been in a lightning storm. Her eyes were glowing and wild as they swept the area.
Sarah let out a terrified scream and scampered behind me.
Evie snorted with derision and stomped in my direction. Without a word, she grabbed me around the arm and ripped me away.
Wind tore at my hair and clothing for a few seconds before the earth lurched and I stumbled. Evie dropped my arm like it burned her and put her hands on her hips.
I landed on my ass and stared up at the goddess. “What the fuck, Evie?”
Her eyes began to glow with the color of watermelon tourmaline.
“Shut up and listen to me,” she snarled. “Moira has been taken.”
