Chapter 228
Mother was alive.
Cornelius was a monster. This was obviously a trap. He wanted something from me–my blood, my magic, whatever twisted purpose he’d been working toward all these years.
But if there was even a chance Mother was really there….
If she’d spent decades in that prison, thinking I’d abandoned her. Thinking I’d run and never looked back.
I couldn’t leave her. Not again.
This is insane, Thea said, but her voice was uncertain. He’ll capture us. Use us like he used her.
Maybe, I thought back. But can you live with never knowing? Never trying?
She was silent for a long moment.
Then: No. We face him. Together.
I straightened slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My reflection in the darkened window showed red eyes, pale cheeks. I looked like I’d seen a ghost.
If I don’t return by dawn: Western woods, the creek where wild mint grows. Cornelius contacted me through the link. He claims my mother is alive. I had to know. I’m sorry. -N
If, I thought grimly.
Eileen’s kindness. Mira’s warmth. The medical staff’s gradual acceptance.
But Mother was in that tent. I could smell her. Hear her shallow breathing.
“Let me see her,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now.”
Cornelius studied me for a long moment, then inclined his head. “As you wish.”
1 moved past him, every nerve screaming danger, and pushed aside the tent flap.

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