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I jumped up, spinning to face her.
Alistair and Elio sat confused beside her.
“The fuck?” Will boomed.
“Mum?” my brother said.
She rose to her feet, eyes fixed to me. “What did you see?” A rune disk appeared in her hand.
“Caer?”
“What did you see?”
As if I’d tell her. “What have you done?”
Her nostrils flared. “What does it look like?”
“You need—”
“You to make magic work?” She chuckled. “Have you not been keeping up, Paris? You are precious because of the essence inside you. The rest of you can rot after I’m done.”
“Fuck you,” I returned, her betrayal cutting deep again.
“I am the deity of the elves. This is my magic.” A wolfish grin spread her lips. “Thank you for opening the glade and giving me access to your mother. It’s almost freeing.”
Someone get me a sack of bricks to swing at this fucker!
Yeah, almost freeing was right. It might be her magic, but she needed a vessel to use it. Just like Aidan did. Wow, I never thought they would be two peas in a skanky pod. But here we were, both of them needing something from me to be at full capacity.
Well, I assumed so. Which meant shit.
“Get away from her, sugar,” Medusa warned, coming up beside me.
Vaughn dashed out of the room, clearly going to wake Silv up.
Caer cocked her head to the side. “We could have worked so well together, precious one. We were working well until that moonlight bitch ruined everything.”
I summoned my stakeblade. “Get out of my mum.”
Mum. She is my mum.
The wolves attacked, but were thrown back by a crackle of purple energy.
Caer flicked Lia’s hair. “Your mother is the perfect vessel. Be ready, Paris. I’m not as feeble as Aidan.”
Ha! I wouldn’t call the fucker feeble.
I pointed my weapon at her. “You’ll never get your hands on The Wheel.”
“We’ll see. But first, I’ll settle for you.”
She snatched my hand, crushing it within hers.
“Paris!” Medusa launched herself at Caer, shifting into a snake midair, her serpent body snapping around her neck.
The deity didn’t seem to care.
“Don’t hurt her!” Alistair roared.
