She thought to the note his mother had written to his little brother in that book. She had called Eadwin, mea raga, my precious little one, in Mhenbic. Mother Moon, what was a fae Queen doing using Mhenbic sayings? It didn’t make any sense. She threw open the heavy curtains and stormed into Renwick’s office. “Is it true?” “Rua,” Renwick said, looking up, startled, from his desk. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
