in his eyes.
“That ain’t gonna work now, is it? Can’t exactly unmilk a cow,” he said, and then waved a palm in front of the guard’s face.
Suddenly, I was back in the main room of the Council Chambers. It wasn’t Crestview anymore. It was more of a throne room, ordained in gold and tassels. Mother stood beside me. She placed a hand on my back as I shuddered from the realization.
Luca was in front of me, flanked by the Council.
“Wh-what did I just watch?” I asked.
“Surgical cuts, meant to destroy you before you can be of use,” Chant answered, leaning against his cane.
“Se-Sevie!” I yelled. “My brother is-“
“Fine,” Mother answered. “They’ve already dispatched someone to give him an antidote. It’s all going to be okay.”
“Is it?” Luca chimed in, running a hand through his close cropped hair again. “I suppose that lies in the answer to my next question.” He turned to me. “Exactly how well do you know the boy you shipped the Bloodmoon off with?”
Chapter 6
Not in Danger
Cresta
I read the letter’s contents over and over in my head. It didn’t seem real somehow. This was my birth mother’s handwriting. These were her words to me; the first I’d heard since the day my locket opened and I was flooded with all the imagery.
But it couldn’t be right. The things she was saying didn’t make any sense, and it didn’t sound very ‘Dr. Conyers’- like. But maybe that was the point. I knew now that Dr. Conyers was a façade. My birth mother had never been a therapist. She had been Laurel Luna, a Breaker with legendary bad luck with romance. Maybe nothing of what I knew about Dr. Conyers, about the way she spoke and acted, about the sort of person she was at all, was the truth.
Or maybe this letter was the lie. Perhaps it was a careful forgery, meant to trick me into trusting Jiqui…or whoever he was working for now.
I read it again, hoping to find a piece of truth in something.
My Dearest Daughter,
I know you’re confused right now. I know none of this makes any sense, and that your head is probably spinning just as much as it is aching. Know that mine is as well. Please know that every hurt you’ve felt, I’ve also felt. And every minute I‘ve been away from you has been an eternity for me.
If you’re reading this, it means the condition that you and your group acquired upon exiting the Hourglass has taken control again. And that the herbs we gave you to bind the condition have either worn off or been proven lacking.
If it is the former, then your Guide will help brew another batch. If it is the latter, then he’ll do everything in his power to help you safely reach me.
I understand that, in your current mindset, you’re likely wondering why I’m not with you now. Please believe me when I tell you that there is nowhere I would rather be. Unfortunately circumstance and obligation have put me on a different path. I am where I have to be, Cresta. And, with Fate’s help and a bit of luck, we’ll be together soon.
This is the road that leads you to me, my daughter. This is the path that will bring you home.
Now, onto the matter of your Guide.
Jiqui is not a good person. He wasn’t when you were born, and he isn’t now. But he is your family, your blood. And that means he is important. Though he has never been trustworthy, you’ll soon find that that won’t be a problem.
I’ve given you what you need to reach me safely, my daughter. And, if ever you’re lost or you doubt this fact, then come back to this letter. All the answers are within.
I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to finally be united with you again.
Come back to me Cresta,
Your mother.
P.S. If you need more proof, tell the bastard to punch you.
I squinted as I finished the letter one more time. As crazy as all of it was, as strange as all of Dr. Conyers’ promises and commands were, what irked me the most was the