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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.”

of us stared at Maeve. A

said with nothing but tenderness and concern

soon,” Maeve said, a choked laugh escaping her throat. “Troy and I, we

as Maeve met her gaze. Maeve gave a sad shrug, tilting her head to side

had with Xander and Charlie on the beach. It felt like so long ago now. We’d talked about 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 if it was a possibility. The pain that lingered behind

it all laid out on the table and open for honest discussion, but I knew now was not the

that made

Knowing your own death… that was deeply personal.

bed,” sas all she said, reaching for her coffee and draining it

to Maeve. Grandma held Maeve’s gaze, and for a moment, I thought they might have

her eyes as she stood and pushed in her chair, motioning to

the temple, Lena. There’s a lot you

a piece of bacon as Grandma left the dining hall. Mom sucked on her lower lip, watching Grandma as she left

a

don’t have to talk about it now, Maeve,” Mom replied hastily, catching the

was a gift,” Maeve choked through a sob. “What a f*****g awful

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 every jagged edge of pain washing

than Xander, as Maeve and my mom were close to

left the room and hurried upstairs. Grandma was talking to a maid in the hallway,

I said,

***

the outskirts of the city that had spread out beyond it. Grandma’s arm was looped in mine as we walked, but not because she needed assistance. She was strong and lean, and looked several decades younger than she actually was. I felt

roses, but now it was glazed with ice from being so

what was considered “the old ways,” which the Church of The Moon Goddess, which was the more prevalent

the worshippers, but she mostly left that to the temple attendants and priestesses who lived

blasted through what Mom and Grandma called the “spirit realm” and tore the place to

we entered. Rows and rows of wooden pews led 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

I want some peace,” she said with a grin, then sighed, a pang of sadness flushing the color