Bab 709: Chapter 709: Fall Of The Stronghold

"It wasn't the conclave Belaisle was after," I whispered. "It was the stronghold."

Mom cleared her throat, tried to speak. Fell still.

I was such a fool. Idiot, moron. Why had I not considered this? Belaisle knew as well as I did where the last battle of ours was to be fought. And, until now, that battleground was in the hands of my allies.

No longer. If I wanted to fight him, I had to go through his people first.

Damn. It. All. To. Hell.

And I'd been worried, the very first time I'd seen the mirror shard, when I'd been freed from the stronghold prison. Remembered thinking I should ask about the fragments, about how the mirror worked. Why didn't I say something to Mom then?

As usual, my vampire sent, you are beating an undead horse.

Sigh.

In case you've forgotten, my demon sent, we'd just freed your mother from the Brotherhood and barely avoided being burned at the stake. We had a lot on our minds.