I locked eyes with her. So she’d noticed my issue with temperature, too.
Dang it. I nodded and rushed back home to do as she asked.
When I exited the apartment, Evie and Cliona were standing by the main Keep house waiting for me.
“Ready?” she asked.
I reached for her hand. “Let’s go.”
Chapter
Twenty-Five
We stood in a large field with knee-high grass dotted with tiny yellow and white flowers, nothing else around us for what felt like miles.
The body lay on the table, still glowing, and seemingly no worse for wear.
“I can’t believe you transported that to the fae lands,” Evie said.
“Technically, I didn’t. I moved everything around it,” Cliona said. “Magic can be quite literal, sometimes.”
“What’s the plan?” I asked.
Cliona smiled. “Your mother is the architect of that spell. You hold your mother’s blood in your veins.”
Evie sucked in a breath. “Oh my gods.”
Cliona nodded. “We’re going to transfer ownership of that spell to you.”
Shock rooted me to the spot. “I—what?”
“Your mother holds all the cards. She might not have possession of the body, but that’s her spell. Her showing up at the Keep is proof she really wants the body back. But if we canwrest control of the ownership, we can at least figure out how to eventually power down the spell so Sarah can pass back into her bones, and we might be able to get Ethan’s memory back.”
Evie stared at her mother, slack-jawed. “You think Moira’s magic is compatible?”
“Moira is at least part-vampire and part witch. She should, feasibly, have some hold over the dead, just by virtue of the bite keeping her immortal or damn near close to it. Her witch blood is close enough to her mother’s to make transferring the spell easier. I can’t guarantee it will work, but we can try.”
This was the closest we’d come to a solution since Sarah had popped into the clinic room. “What if I can’t control it?”
“I’ll know pretty quickly and will sever the spell.”
“And what if I can?”
“You’ll be linked to Ethan’s dead lover,” Cliona said with a grimace. “You might wish you weren’t, depending on the feedback loop between you and her, but it’s possible you’ll see a path that gets us all out of this unharmed.”
Evie winced. “Feedback loop sounds like she might know when…” Her voice trailed off.
“Oh.” Horror filled me. “That’s the absolute last thing I want to know,” I said.
Cliona shrugged. “Ask yourself which is worse. Knowing something like that or keeping Ethan trapped in a hell not of his own making.”
We all knew what answer I’d choose.
Her face softened. “There’s no way to tell. Hopefully the feelings are dulled, and you don’t experience everything, but there are no guarantees.”
“There are also a lot of mights, and possibly, and we’ll sees,” Evie said dryly. “Moira? Are you sure you want to try this?”
“Will anything happen to Mom?” I asked.
