Kristie Cook - Devotion

The mage pressed his lips together, having no answer.

"As to how you convinced Alexis to marry you in the first place … is it true you deceived her with a faerie stone?" Julia asked. How did she know about it?

Tristan's eyes flicked to me, and I shook my head before his glare returned to Julia.

"I didn't remember the meaning of the stone at the time," he said.

"But you did give her a faerie stone? And it did make her believe she loved you?"

Tristan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Yes. It is true."

I flew to my feet again. "No, it's not! You've gone too far! He didn't make me do anything. My love for him is real. More authentic than any of you!"

Mom tugged on my arm, pulling me back to my seat. Rina opened her mouth as if to say something–finally–but then snapped it closed, as if she couldn't bring herself to voice her own thoughts.

"A faerie stone does not work in that way," Chandra said dismissively. "We are fully aware that no magic, no powers, not even faerie powers can force or create love."

Exactly.

"If you're going to accuse Tristan of treason, your grounds must be better than what you've put forth so far," Galina said.

"Is it true you can flash while holding another living being?" Armand asked, and everyone looked at him with confusion, the question seeming to have no grounds for treason. He ignored them, staring at Tristan expectantly.

"Yes. I've flashed with Alexis a few times."

"You do realize no one has ever heard of that being done?" Armand pressed.

"Of course I'm aware. There are many things I can do that no one else can."

"So if a baby–a baby girl, in this case–were taken at birth, the kidnapper would have to flash in and out … leaving with the baby. And no one but you can accomplish such a feat."

The crowd broke out in a quiet roar. Mom, Rina and I exchanged glances. So many holes peppered that insinuation ….

"Let me get this straight," Tristan said, rocking back on his heels. "You're accusing me of pretending to become Amadis; somehow convincing the council and the matriarch and the youngest daughter that I should have a child with the next daughter who hadn't been born yet at the time; purposefully giving her only a son and no daughter … except, no, now you're saying something different. I did actually give her a daughter, but right after conception, I went back to the Daemoni for nearly eight years; and at the birth, I somehow flashed into the room, delivered a baby, cut the cord and flashed away without Rina, Sophia or one of your most powerful warlocks noticing and took the girl with me, leaving the boy. Years later, I returned to kill my wife, but since that didn't work, I took her on a wild goose chase around the globe, although I would know exactly where to find our daughter, only to try to kill her and attack a council member. Is that what you're accusing me of?"

Everyone stared at Tristan for a long moment, probably still weaving through the tangled web he'd thrown.

"Something like that," Adolf finally said.

"Except you're not even sure the girl is an Amadis daughter, in which case your stories and allegations change. Again."

The crowd sat silently as the accusing council members averted their eyes and squirmed uncomfortably. Martin, who'd been studying the piece of paper he'd been delivered a few minutes ago, lifted the page and waved it in the air.

"We do have an answer to that now," he said. He looked at Tristan, then glanced at me, his expression wary. "I believe, however, we should discuss this in private. It's very personal in nature."

"Nonsense!" Julia said. "The results are pertinent to the case. They will be disclosed publicly."

"I agree," Armand said.

Martin sighed and gave a shake of his head as he glanced down at the results. I sat on the edge of my seat, my knuckles white from the tight fists I held in my lap, and waited to hear if Lilith really belonged to me. My heart pounded louder with each passing moment as Martin took his time to form his thoughts. Unable to read his mind, I wanted to physically reach in and grab the words out of his throat. Finally, he spoke. "The results show a trace of Amadis blood, but not enough to be an Amadis daughter. She is not Alexis's child, not the youngest daughter."

I sat frozen for several beats as the news set in, then finally blew out the air I'd been holding. My mind spun, swirling the crowd's loud reaction into a background cacophony. I wasn't sure what I felt. Relief, disappointment and several other emotions roiled together, fighting for dominance. She's not my daughter. I don't have a daughter. What did this mean for us? For Tristan and me? For the Amadis?

Was there still a chance I could have a girl? Although Rina never had a message from the Angels, Mom had felt the truth that I would. So perhaps all was not lost. If we could move beyond this stupid trial, if they would only give us a chance, Tristan and I might possibly still be able to give them a daughter. They had to see that now. They had to see that the girl we found, whoever she was, didn't change anything. They had to give us another chance.

Lost in thought, I almost missed what Martin had to add. He banged his fist on the table, silencing the crowd and catching my attention.

"However," he said, "there is a very close match to Tristan, leaving no trace of doubt of relation."

A deafening silence filled the room. No one seemed to understand the meaning behind Martin's words, including me. My brain slowly processed them, and it eventually understood. The girl was not mine … but she was Tristan's.

"Tristan?" I whispered, unable to speak clearly around my heart lodged in my throat. He turned toward me and our eyes locked.

"No," he mouthed, shaking his head, truly acknowledging me for the first time since entering the room. He turned back to the council table and bellowed, "Impossible!"

The crowd finally reacted, just now figuring it out. They gasped and clicked their tongues, and at least one man chuckled. Hatred boiled within me. I hated the council, particularly Julia, for insisting this shame be exposed to everyone. Especially because it couldn't possibly be true. It's a set-up. It has to be. My brain, my heart, my soul couldn't accept anything else.

Julia's eyes narrowed as they scanned the paper Martin held in front of her, then she looked up at Tristan, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she fought a triumphant grin. She kept the smile to herself and maintained a ruthless glare. "The results are right here. Further proof of your betrayal. Not only did you fail–or refuse–to produce a girl for the Amadis, but you did produce a daughter with someone else and tried to make it appear as if she were ours."

"And what would be my reasoning?" Tristan demanded.

"It's obvious," Armand said. "Look at the disruption you've caused in the Amadis. Look how close we are to collapse. All at your doing."

"You're setting me up."

"It explains your defense of the girl," Julia pointed out.

"You contradict yourself. You said I attacked the girl. Are you admitting it was you?"

Julia stood and leaned over the table, baring her teeth, fangs and all. "You've betrayed us. You are the traitor. The proof is right here."

"Bullshit!" I shouted, jumping to my feet again and ignoring the reaction to my language. I looked Julia directly in the eye. "You're making it up to frame him. You've been trying to set us up for months, for some reason trying to get rid of us. It won't work!"

"You have no idea what you're talking about, girl," Julia said through clenched teeth.

"I agree we've found the traitor," Adolf said, and he sneered at me as he continued, as if to prove Julia's plan would work. "I move for a conviction of Tristan Knight for treason against the Amadis. I also move we annul his marriage to Alexis Ames and she marry Owen Allbright."