Shadowfever
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Hell, he said flatly. It was absolute hell giving them up.
I jerked. They were saying all the things I wanted to hear. It was breaking my heart. I had parents. Brothers. Id been born. I belonged. I only wished Alina had lived to see this day. It would have been perfect.
You said you had something important to tell her. Say it and get out, Barrons ordered.
I looked at Barrons, torn. Part of me wanted to tell him to be quiet so I could hear more, and part of me wanted them to go away and never come back. Id just gotten my head wrapped around one reality. Now they wanted me to abandon that reality and embrace a new one. How many times was I supposed to decide who I knew and what I was, only to learn I was wrong? I was no longer feeling bipolar, I was feeling schizophrenic, with multiple personalities.
If Im your daughter, then why do I have memories that belong to the Unseelie King?
Isla gasped. You do?
I nodded.
I told you she might do it, Pieter reminded.
Who? I demanded. Do what?
The Seelie Queen came to see us shortly after the Book escaped, before we left Dublin. She said she would do everything in her power to help recover it, Pieter said.
She was very interested in you, Isla said grimly. You were barely three months old. I remember like it was yesterday. You had on a pink dress with tiny flowers and a rainbow hair ribbon. You couldnt stop looking at her. You kept cooing and reaching for her. The two of you seemed fascinated by each other.
We were afraid then that the queen had meddled with you. Shes notorious for that. She looks to the future and tries to adjust minuscule events, nudging here and there to achieve her ends, Pieter said. A few times I was almost certain someone had been in your nursery moments before I walked in.
And you think she planted memories of the Unseelie King? How would she have any to plant? I thought she drank from the cauldron. It would have erased everything she knew.
Who could say with her? Isla shrugged. Perhaps they were false memories, cleverly crafted, or lifted from another. Perhaps she never truly drank from cauldron. Some say she pretends.
Who gives a fuck? What did you come here for? Barrons said impatiently.
Isla looked at him as if he must be crazy. Youve been taking care of her, and for that we cant thank you enough, but weve come to take her home.
She is home. And shes got a world to save.
Well take care of that, Pieter said. Its what we do.
Bang-up job youve been doing so far.
Pieter gave him a look of rebuke. Not as if youve been doing any better. Wevebeen directing the majority of our efforts to hunting the amulet. The true one.
I narrowed my eyes. Why?
The Triton Group has been searching for it for centuries for various reasons. But recently it became critical that we find it, because weve discovered its the only way to re-inter the Book, Pieter said. A representative from our company heardtoo lateabout the auction where it was sold. We arrived at the Welshmans castle shortly after Johnstones massacre. But the Goth punk seemed to vanish into thin air.
Thick rock, I muttered. I would never forget my hellish incarceration beneath the Burren.
We had no idea where it was for months. We suspected Darroc had it but couldnt get any of our people close enough. He had no tolerance for humans. Then we received reports that MacKayla had infiltrated his camp and was at his right hand. His gaze glowed with pride. Well done, darling! You are as brilliant and resourceful as your mother.
You said the true one, I said.
According to legend, the king made many amulets, Isla replied. All capable of sustaining varying degrees of illusion. Used together, they are formidable. But only the last one he made can deceive the king himself. The Book has grown too powerful to be stopped by any other means. Illusion is the only weapon that will work against it.
We were right! I exclaimed, looking at Barrons.
The prophecy is clear. The one who was inhabited must use the amulet to seal it away.
Already on it, Barrons said coolly.
Its not your fight, Pieter said gently. We started this. We will end it.
I sat forward on the edge of the sofa, elbows on my knees. What are you saying?
Your mother is the one who has to do it. Although if youre anything like her, darling, you think its your problem. Thats what we were worried about, why we rushed here tonight. Isla is the inhabited. Twenty-three years ago, when the Book escaped, it possessed her, inhabited her. She knows it. She has been it. She understands it. And shes the only one who can lay it to rest.
It never leaves a human alive, Barrons said flatly.
It left Fiona alive, I reminded.
Shed been eating Unseelie. She was different.
Isla was able to wrest it from her body, Pieter said. She is the only one we know of that has ever been able to resist to the point where it jumped from her while she was still alive and took another, more complacent host.
Barrons didnt look remotely convinced. But not before it made her kill most of the Haven.