I didn't think, didn't pause, just reached out, searching for Ameline. This had to be her doing. Desperation drove my magic over the barrier and into Seelie territory. I almost didn't make it across, not until Thalion's cool power caught mine and pulled me across.
Girl. Gram's mental voice slashed across my mind. You're looking for the wrong person.
Gasp.
Right.
Shaylee. But Galleytrot said the perpetual magic makes everything muddied. Here I was arguing against the course of action I'd already set in motion.
Your soul knows the difference, Gram sent, her Sidhe soul's power giving me a boost. Go find the princess.
"I don't have your daughter," I snarled at Aoilainn while my mind, tied to Gram and Thalion, tracked back toward the Seelie palace, searching for the touch of my Sidhe princess.
Yes. Mine. And the queen be damned.