Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)

by Lisette Marshall

‘That would have been appreciated, but we’ll gladly volunteer the information.’ She looked almost giddy, in a way that made my stomach clench; around us, the rhythmic thump-thumping intensified, echoing relentlessly through the room. ‘A lovely piece of blood magic, if we may say so ourselves. Do you hear that pulse, little dove? That’s the sound of our own heart linked to those of our little guests down here. Which means, if we need to spell it out for you, that if you were to accidentally succeed in your rather ambitious intentions …’ Linked. Oh, Zera help me. Smirking expectantly, the Mother was clearly waiting for me to finish the sentence … but for one moment I didn’t care about resisting her dramatic orchestrations. ‘You’re saying I’d end their lives, too, if you were to die?’ The cruel quirk of her lips was all the confirmation anyone could need. ‘And you wouldn’t want that, would you, Emelin?’