Yasmine Galenorn - Night's End

“We’d better send her the info on what’s going on near Snoqualmie, if you haven’t already done so.” I paused, then looked up. “I suppose you’re waiting for me to ask ‘What’s our next move?’ but the truth is I know what we have to do. We’re taking the offense. We have to find that Barrow, see if we can unearth Myst’s heartstone, and then destroy it. Even though I think I know where it is, this is going to be a rocky journey. We can traverse the wood, no problem, but if she has any clue we’re on her trail, then you can bet we’ll be facing a gamut of her monsters. And this time, it might not be just her Shadow Hunters.”

And then something from the mayhem and chaos of the night before broke into my thoughts. Ulean, you were following the energy signature of the person I thought might be my spy! Did you find anything?

Ulean swept around me. I think I know who it is, but I can’t prove it. And I hesitate to accuse without proof.

Who, then? Who do you suspect? I promise I won’t haul ass over there and slit her throat without any proof. I knew what it was like to be falsely suspected of something—I couldn’t just kill and ask questions later. Not in this case.

Well, then. Zoey. Luna’s sister. Luna has no comprehension this might be the case. I followed the signature back and found evidence that it might be her.

Zoey! It couldn’t be! But Zoey is one of the Akazzani, and she returned home after helping us.

Did she, Cicely? We all thought so, but now I believe her to be still lurking in the area. Ask Luna if she’s heard from her sister since Zoey left. Don’t tell her why, but ask.

My blood ran cold. Zoey was from a group of those who watched over history—a secret society. She had magical powers—in a sense, she was a witch, but not like Rhiannon or me. Zoey had helped free Grieve from Myst’s control using a magical ritual. While she could not break the spell binding his blood to the Indigo Court, she’d reached out, touched Myst’s energy, and unwound it from Grieve’s. Oh hell . . . she’d touched Myst’s energy. Had something happened during the ritual that we didn’t know about? Something that connected Zoey to Myst? We’d invited her to stay on, but she went back to the small island on which the great halls of the Akazzani stood. Or so we’d thought.

I looked up from my eggs and bacon. “Luna, I know you’d rather not talk to me, but I have a question for you and I really need a clear answer.”

Luna bit her lip. “No, I’d rather not talk to you. But until this is over, until we win, I’m willing to stop qualifying every sentence or question.”

Nodding, I dreaded asking what I was about to ask. “I was just wondering, have you heard from Zoey lately?”

Her head jerked up, and she frowned. “Odd you should ask. The answer is no. In fact, I got a strange call from my family this morning. The Akazzani contacted Mother a few days ago to ask where Zoey was. It seems . . .” She let out a long sigh. “It seems she hasn’t been heard from for a few weeks. In fact, the word is that she never returned after leaving here. I didn’t tell Mother about her visit here, of course, or what we were doing. But the timing matches up.”

And then I knew it was true. Zoey had somehow latched on to Myst during the ceremony, and Myst had won her over. That was the only answer. But if there was a spy in my Court that must mean . . . that Zoey was hiding in the Court of Snow and Ice.

I grabbed Grieve’s hand. “I have to talk to you. Now .” Nodding to Check and Fearless, I added, “You too, both of you. Come outside with me.”

Once we were out in the backyard, I quickly briefed them on what Ulean had told me. “Don’t you see? With what Luna said, it has to be Zoey. She must be hiding in the Court of Snow and Ice. I’m sure she could figure out how to blend in.”

“But why? What happened? She was so adamant about returning to the Akazzani.” Grieve frowned.

“Something had to have happened during the ritual—something she didn’t let on about. While Kaylin and Luna held Grieve’s feet and head, somehow Zoey got swept into the energy of the Indigo Court. At least, that’s my best guess.”

Who knew what really had happened? And unless we found Zoey—and even then, only if she told us—we’d probably go to our graves without knowing.

“So she’s jealous of you?” Grieve cocked his head. “Why?”

“I have no idea. Maybe it has to do with you, or my place as Fae Queen, or what. But there is danger there. She works for Myst now. Ulean couldn’t be sure, but this rings a bell deep within me, and I’m going to trust my intuition. If we find her, we’ll have to question her as quickly as possible. I won’t have her harmed on sight—because we don’t know for sure, but it’s looking more and more like we’ve found our spy.”

Check glanced over to Fearless. “We must dispatch someone to the Eldburry Barrow. Have them begin searching for her. If she’s hidden out, chances are she’s keeping below deck. Probably with the scullery staff or other menial workers. That would be the last place to look, given the high profile of the nobility.”

Fearless nodded. “Your Majesty, you cannot return to the Barrow till we find her. There’s too much danger.”

I wanted to go home, but with all that was happening, chances were I wouldn’t see my own bed again till we were done with Myst. As we stood there, the snow began to flake down and the sky clouded over. I glanced at the horizon. Silver-gray clouds banked up, so thick it was hard to see anything else. No scrap of sky peeked through, and the snow that was just beginning felt a precursor to a much larger storm.

“We’re headed into the thick of things. The blizzard is approaching. Any travel is bound to be dangerous, and the Shadow Hunters will be out thick as thieves. We need to contact Dakota and ask her to issue radio and television pleas for people to lock themselves in their houses and not come out.” I turned to go inside. “Oh, and until we know what’s going on with Zoey? Not a word to Luna. I’ve already turned her world upside down once. I don’t need to do it again, until we’re certain of the facts.”

They nodded, and we turned to head back inside, but a flutter of wings stopped me. I whirled around to see my grandfather land on a nearby bush. The heavy layer of snow cascaded to the ground as the bush shook from his impact. The great horned owl was beautiful in the lazy fall of the snow, but the flurry was strengthening, and it was becoming harder to see more than a few yards in front of us. A haze of white was beginning to blow up as the winds gusted by. I thought about using my powers to try to calm them, but I did better raising the winds, and the last thing we needed right now was a gale.

The owl shimmered, changing form into Hunter, my grandfather, who then rose to his feet to stand atop the four-foot drift that blanketed the outer yard.

“Cicely, I promised you that I’d bring word when I knew where Myst is headquartered. I’m not sure, my girl. I wish we could have more answers for you.” He strode over to me.

“What about deep in the Golden Wood? In a long-unused Barrow?”

“I know what you’re talking about. No, she is not there now, but she may be close—her energy is around the area, and we examined that neck of the woods in-depth.” He gazed into my eyes. “How do you know of it?”

I let out a long sigh. The story was too convoluted for a quick explanation, so I simply said, “I revisited the time in which I was her daughter. I saw the Barrow, and I saw her hide a heartstone deep within its heart. We must journey there. I have to destroy her heartstone before she realizes that we know about it.”