"Did I send myself through the mirror? Or did you?"
"I don't understand."
"The mirror in the attic at Indulgence. Kyna was in it. We looked at each other, then I stepped through, and I was there, in the garden of the painting. I was part of her."
Rowena clamped a hand over Zoe's wrist. "Tell me all. Exactly as it was."
As she did, Rowena's gaze never left her face. The fingers dug into her flesh until she could feel the blood gathering to bruise.
When she was done, Zoe felt those fingers tremble once before they dropped away. "A moment," Rowena said in a thick voice, and rose to stand facing the fire.
" A ghra ." Pitte crossed to her, lowered his cheek to the top of her head. "Is it bad?" Shaken, Zoe reached out, searching for Brad's hand.
"I feared the worst for my world. That Kane would defy all law and go unchecked. That he would spill the blood of mortals and not be punished. Oh." Rowena turned, pressed her face to Pitte's chest. "My heart was dark and full of fear."
"A battle rages, there can be no doubt. And I am trapped here." Frustration scraped through Pitte's words.
"Here is where you're needed." Rowena stepped back from them. Her cheeks were damp with tears. "This battle must be won as well."
She moved to Zoe again. "There is new hope."
Opening her purse, Zoe pulled out a tissue, offered it. "I don't understand."
"I didn't see this, nor did Kane. Didn't anticipate it, nor did he. If she was able to show you, to let you touch what she is, he was able to reach her."
"Who?"
"The king. It is not only Kane who can use war to his own ends. If we can win on this ground, the king will win on his. You've been given a gift, Zoe. For a few moments you were a goddess, the daughter of a king." Her face glowed. "You weren't only shown what they are, what they lost, you touched it. Kane can never break that bond."
"She tried to fight, but she couldn't. She drew her sword," Zoe said, and could feel—even now—the way it had all but flown out of its sheath. "But he struck her down before she could use it."
"The battle's not done." Gently now, Rowena touched her hand. "In your world or in mine."
"She knew him. She understood—when it happened, she understood, and she looked him in the face."
"She touched you, lived in you for those same few moments, knew, I think, what you knew. That was your gift to her."
"I'm not going to leave her there. I hope she knows that."
* * *
Brad hung back as they started to leave, and turned to Pitte while Rowena walked Zoe to the door. "If he hurts her I'll come for you, whatever form you take."
"I would do the same, were our situations reversed." Brad glanced toward Zoe, kept his voice low. "Tell me what to do to make him come after me."
"He will, because you're linked. All of you are linked. Make her love you, and it will be the sooner."
Chapter Thirteen
Sleep, Zoe decided, wasn't going to be a priority for a while. The way she had things planned, it wasn't even going to make the top five. She had a son to raise and she didn't feel as if she'd been giving him the time or attention he deserved. She had a business to get organized, and that was going to eat up considerably more time.
She was having her first serious adult relationship with a man, and she hadn't had the time to figure out how she'd gotten into it, much less how to enjoy it.
She had a quest, and if she didn't cross the finish line in under two weeks, all was lost. What was trapped inside a glass box had for a miraculous moment lived inside her. She was prepared to sweat blood to save it.
So sleep would just have to wait until she could work it into her schedule.
She spent a day at Indulgence interviewing her prospective employees, working out potential hour