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Chapter 610

Chapter 110 : Show Me the Portal

*Lena*

I woke to faint sunlight filtering in between the thick curtains blanketing the frost-covered windows in my room at the castle of Winter Forest. Another day closer to the war, another day further from Xander.

Maeve had gone out into the woods with the book last night, and we had waited up for her to return. She came inside, her parka hanging loose over her shoulders and her glorious copper blonde hair tousled and fanning out beneath her hat. Her face was blank and flushed, and she had a distant look in her eyes.

She handed my mom the book, murmuring, “All of us are meant to gather–you and I, Lena, Mom, Clare… Mara too.”

“We’ll get Mara here as soon as possible–” Mom had begun, but Maeve turned on her heel and walked away, gliding up the staircase like a ghost.

A feeling had settled in my gut that twisted and lurched for the rest of the night, making it nearly impossible to sleep. Whatever Maeve had seen, or heard, had wrecked her beyond words.

Her face at the breakfast table was like frosted glass when I finally joined the rest of the family for our morning meal. She didn’t touch a scrap of food, and my mom silently took away her tepid and stale cup of coffee and replaced it with a new one, which Maeve didn’t so much as sip.

Grandma was staring at her, her eyes narrowed on Maeve’s face. She was searching for something within Maeve’s eyes that I myself couldn’t see. I shifted in my seat and pressed a hand over my growing belly, pressing gently until I felt the baby kick against my touch. I heaved a breath, and reached for my tea, catching my mom’s eye.

“The midwife is coming tomorrow,” Mom said with a smile. “She has a birth to attend to today.”

“She’s been rather busy the past week,” Grandma added with a sigh, her mouth curving into a proud smile. “If I’d been told that Winter Forest would be as it is now, I wouldn’t have believed it. The pack has come so far in forty years.”

“Have any of you been to Egoren?” I asked.

Grandma shrugged one shoulder as she dropped a sugar cube into her coffee and stirred. “Your grandfather has, several years ago now, after Soren came back with his daughter, Ciana.”

“What is it like?”

“He said it’s rather beautiful, lush and green–a temperate climate, much like eastern Findali. Forested. But, I haven’t been there myself.” Grandma brought her coffee to her lips, giving me a smile. “He said–”

“The book showed me how I will die.”

conversation like a heated blade. I dropped my fork, and Mom spilled her coffee across the white tablecloth as the three of us stared at Maeve. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She reached up and wiped it away, sniffing as she shook her head and

but tenderness and concern in her

soon,” Maeve said, a choked laugh escaping her throat.

gaze. Maeve gave a sad shrug, tilting her head to side as though trying to physically brush

the rumor that my grandma was immortal, which had seemed so incredibly far fetched at the time. But looking at my grandma now, I wondered

laid out on the table and

to her voice that made me pause my musing and look right

Knowing your own death… that was

for her coffee and draining it in

her lower lip, her eyes shifting from Grandma to Maeve. Grandma held Maeve’s gaze, and for a moment, I thought they might

flash of frustration sweeping behind her eyes as she stood and pushed in her chair,

a lot you need to know

Mom sucked on her lower lip, watching Grandma as she left the room

don’t think it was painful,” Maeve said in a near whisper, sucking

Mom replied hastily, catching the edge of

Maeve choked through a sob. “What a f*****g awful

her chair in an instant kneeling before Maeve with her arms wrapped around her stomach. I felt tears welling in my own eyes. I had known they were close, but my mom could feel

anyone, other than Xander, as Maeve and my mom were close to each other.

unnoticed by them as I left the room and hurried upstairs. Grandma was

together,” I said, coming to a stop on

***

that had spread out beyond it. Grandma’s arm was

inlet. In the summer it was covered in thickets of white roses, but now it

the course of my life. It was a gathering place for those who worshipped the Moon Goddess in what was considered “the old ways,” which the Church of The Moon Goddess, which was the more prevalent religion outside of Winter Forest, considered

left that to the temple attendants and priestesses who lived and worked around the temple, which had grown greatly in

shattered in chunks of granite when Tasia blasted through what Mom and Grandma called the “spirit

to the altar, where a great statute of the Moon Goddess was erected. A pendant hung around her neck, three moonstones in its center–the three stones

arms in a circle, smiling. “I come here when I want some peace,” she said with