“My mother saved us.” My voice cracks. “She had Sloane siphon Aimsir’s power and both their life energies into the wardstone. She’s gone.” His eyes slide closed. “I’m so fucking sorry.” “She killed your father. Why would you be sorry?” I swipe at another tear that leaks out. “I didn’t want her dead,” he says softly. “I could never want anyone you love dead.” Silence falls over us, and it’s not the comfortable kind. “Melgren wants us to come back,” I throw out there, looking for some reaction, any reaction.
