The arms around her were trembling, too, but they were iron tight, scented with sweat and moss. “It’s not real,” Ronan told her, voice low. “It’s not real, Blue.” “I saw her,” Blue said, and she heard the sob in her voice. “My mother.” He said, “I know. I saw my father.” “But she was there —” “My father’s dead in the ground. And Adam saw your mother farther on in this godforsaken cave. That lake is a lie.”
