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āI had to know. It had been eatinā me up inside. The mystery of who I am. All the memories I have are of the last three years. Thereās nothinā elseā¦ā He sighed and began worrying the hem of his shirt. āAt the timeā¦ā
āIt was worth the risk?ā I asked, my hackles rising. āPutting my mother in danger after all she did for you?ā
āIt was a trap,ā he said, grasping my hands in his. āHannah led me outside the boundary and trapped me.ā
āWhat for?ā
I narrowed my eyes, finally able to look him in the face. His hair had sprung back into tight ringleted curls from the rain, and his eyes were darker than usual. The regret and pain in them were as clear as day. Good.
āSomeone is lookinā for me. For me, and now you,ā he said.
āWho?ā I tore my hands away. āStop beating around the bush, and just say it, Boone. Iām not messing around here.ā
āHannah had made a deal,ā he went on, his cheeks paling, āwith a witch named Carman. In exchange for me, she was guaranteed a chanceā¦ā
āA chance to what?ā I demanded.
āA chance to go home.ā
āHome?ā I snorted. āTo the fae realm? I thought that was impossible!ā
āNothinās impossible with enough magic.ā He lowered his head. āAileen, she sensed the trouble I was in, and she came. She fought Hannahā¦ā
āAnd Hannah killed her.ā It was a statement. Hannah, the spriggan, the trickster fae, had killed my mother.
Boone nodded. āAileen took her down with her magic and Hannahā¦ She dragged herā¦ā
āDonāt say it.ā I covered my mouth with my hand and glanced away. The fae had buried her alive. That was why her coffin was empty. That was why she wasnāt here.
āSkyeā¦ Iām so sorry.ā
āThose stupid cards,ā I muttered under my breath. āThat damned Starā¦ā
āWhat?ā Boone asked. āDid you draw somethinā else from the tarot cards?ā
āThe Star,ā I said sharply. āI drew the Star. No more Tower. Just Star, Star, Star, Starā¦ā
āThe Star comes after the Tower,ā he said, confirming what Iād read in the book. āIn the months beforeā¦ Aileen drew the Tower almost daily.ā
āWhat are you trying to say? Aileen was the Tower all this time?ā My mouth fell open. āWhen you said āout with the old, and in with the new,ā it was true, wasnāt it?ā
āI think she knew somethinā was cominā,ā he said quietly. āBut I donāt think she knew it was goinā to be like it was.ā
I snorted and shook my head. āShe never got to draw the Star.ā
āBut you did.ā
āScrew the Star,ā I exclaimed in frustration. āItās all faith this and universe that. Well, screw the lot!ā
āSkye.ā
āI need to know what to do! I donāt know what any of this stuff means, Boone. I canātā¦ I canāt see where Iām meant to step. I canāt feel my magic at all.ā
āJust give it some time,ā he said in an attempt to reassure me.
āWe donāt have any, and you know it. What if one of those crag-whateverās come looking, huh? What if the wolf comes back? Iām useless!ā
āIām here to help you,ā Boone said, wrapping his arm around me and tugging me against his side. āI made a vow to protect you, and thatās what Iām goinā to do. No matter what. I owe my life to Aileen and the Crescents. Iām yours. Forever.ā
Iām yours. Forever. The words echoed around the empty cemetery and lodged into my heart like shards of broken glass. They dug deep, stirring something inside me I didnāt want to acknowledge. Forgiveness, loveā¦ Whatever.
āBooneā¦ā I moaned and fell against his side, unable to hold my tears back anymore.
Sobbing against his chest, I let it all out as he held onto me. The loss, the frustration, the fear of the unknown. I soaked his shirt through with my agony, and he let me. He kept his promise.
āWeāll figure it out,ā he said soothingly. āWeāll find your magic, Skye. Itās in there. Iāve felt it.ā He tightened his grip and pressed his lips to the top of my head. āI wonāt let them touch you. I would die before I let them harm you.ā
Chapter 14
It was a weird feeling, having someone declare they would die for you. People said stupid things like that all the time, but you always knew when it came to the crunch, they would never go through with it. You know, the actual dying part. Most people were cowards, but not Boone. Boone meant every word.
Maybe it was my magic picking up on his intent, or maybe it was just the emotion heād put behind his vow, but I believed him.
Something changed between us that day by Aileenās empty grave. Something I couldnāt hold or visualize and something that didnāt have a name. Whatever it was, I was happy it had shown up.
Shielding my eyes from the sun, I stared up at the tower house.
The other week, Iād learned the tree that was overtaking the outer walls was a rhododendron. The flowers were a vivid purple, only blooming for the first time in the past week, and the entire plant was covered with them, but Mary told me it was classified as a weed. It was an exotic species that had invaded foreign soil and was threatening to swallow Irelandās woodlands until there was nothing left. It was a stark comparison to my own plight and that of the magic that had once thrived here.
The rhododendrons were beautiful when they were in full bloom, but it was a smoke screen for the real problem. Much like the fae trapped on this side of the doorways, it didnāt belong here.
Sitting in the meadow beside the ruins, I opened the spell book and began turning the pages. It felt safe here. The bubble surrounding Mary Byrneās tower house had a calming effect that settled my nerves and then some. Knowing the Crescents were related to herāshe mightāve even been part of the covenāhelped me forge a stronger link to my heritage
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