I hung onto Quaid as we spun into the veil, ready to smack Max for the lack of warning, only to have him stop, his power holding me in place.
Syd, he sent. My task is at hand. And I beg you, forgive me.
The veil tore open before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about. Max's magic shoved me through, his physical form following after.
I hit the ground hard, going down on one knee, bracing myself with both hands, breathless as Shaylee's Sidhe power connected with the earth magic of the Gate cavern. What the hell were we doing back here?
Quaid touched down beside me, a breath of air blowing past his lips from the rough landing. I started to stand, reaching for his hand to pull him up beside me.
Felt the groan of the cavern's power. The ache of its agony.
Turned in slow motion to see Ameline. Standing over Liam.
With blood on her hands.
And the shimmering form of Cian standing beside my fallen husband.