My father was a murderer, the leader of a Woodbane coven whose purpose was to destroy other covens. He’d killed Maeve and Angus. He was pure evil.
It occurred to me that Killian was my half brother.
All sorts of things began to fall into place. Things that hadn’t quite made sense before. The sense of connection I’d felt with Ciaran—and with Killian. My unusual powers. Not only was I heir to Belwicket’s legacy of magick, but to Ciaran’s as well. And my own tendency to abuse power definitely came from Ciaran.
Through the wall I heard Hunter curse the couch in the study. Bree had told me that it was lumpy and uncomfortable.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I loved Hunter in a way I’d never loved anyone. But I couldn’t be with him. Not now, knowing what I really was.
An heir to darkness.
15. Broken
June 1985
I am back in Meshomah Falls now so I can put an end to it once and for all. There will be no more fevers, no more senseless cravings. No more pining for a woman who won’t have me. I’m choosing my own peace of mind over all else. Giving in to the inevitable.
If she wants Angus so badly, let her have him for eternity. Let them both die. I’ve found the perfect place for it, an isolated barn on an abandoned farm about five miles from their house. The means will be Maeve’s own element, fire. It seems the only fitting thing. A fire to quench the fire that’s been burning in my heart since the day I first saw her.
Fire to fire and ashes to ashes. It will soon be done. I’ve already closed my heart to love. From this day on I give myself wholly to the darkness.
— Neimhidh
We were back in Widow’s Vale by noon on Monday. After I dropped everyone off, I finally drove back to my own house. My parents’ cars were both gone, and I didn’t see any lights on inside. I cast my senses. No one home except Dagda.
I knew I should go in and unpack, hug my kitten, but somehow I wasn’t ready. Instead I pulled out of the driveway again and drove to the road that runs along the Hudson River.
I turned in at the marina parking lot. The town has a dock there where small boats tie up in the summer. In the winter it’s deserted, just a crescent of stony beach and a rough wooden dock jutting out into the water.
It was terribly cold, but I didn’t care. I needed the solitude. The river, an expanse of silver-gray beneath white winter skies, was calm and seemed infinitely peaceful. I walked to the end of the dock. Despite the snows we’d had, the water level was a good six feet below the dock, so I sat on the end and dangled my feet.
This river flows to New York City, I thought. This river connects the two places, rising and falling with the tides of the Atlantic. I’d been feeling relatively safe since returning to Widow’s Vale, but the silver-gray waters reminded me that New York and Widow’s Vale were linked, part of a whole. What I’d left in the city would always be part of my life.
Like Ciaran. My natural father. I was still struggling with the implications of that revelation. How was I going to use my magick, knowing that half my power came from Ciaran? Just the thought of magick gave me a sick, hollow feeling.
As for love…I’d barely been able to stand the car ride back home. It felt like torture to sit next to Hunter, knowing what had to come next.
I had to break up with him. I just hadn’t been able to summon the strength that morning.
It all came down to Ciaran. My biological father wasn’t good, kind Angus. My father was a man who’d murdered his own mùirn beatha dàn. A man who’d sucked the power and the life from who knew how many innocent people. And if he was capable of those crimes, then what crimes was I, his daughter, his own flesh and blood, capable of committing?
I’d already made so many mistakes that cost me and others dearly. I’d had terrible judgment. I’d trusted Cal, Selene, David, and Ciaran. I’d hurt Bree, nearly killed Hunter—twice now—and watched Cal die for me. I’d almost driven Robbie away. I’d caused my parents pain. I’d put Mary K.’s life in terrible danger. Two and a half months of magick and I was a walking minefield.
And all because of what I was. Like father, like daughter. I was poison. Everyone I touched was tainted by me.
I felt a surge of despair as my senses began to tingle. Hunter was nearby. I heard the sound of his beat-up old Honda driving down the winding path to the water. I guessed I couldn’t put it off after all.
Moments later Hunter got out of his car. He was wearing a long, straight navy wool coat that made him look formal and grown up. His hair framed his face in a halo of gold. I’d forgotten how sometimes it seemed like he was made of sunlight.
Whereas I was the heir to darkness.
He walked up to me cautiously. “Am I intruding?”
“Sort of,” I said honestly. “I came here because I needed time alone.”
“Want me to leave?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to run into his arms, hold him, and never let him go.
We stared at each other while I tried to find the words to say the impossible.
“I wanted you to know,” he said. “I just got word on Killian. Apparently he thought the owl was sent to spy on him, as we all did. He took off, fearing that Amyranth really was after him. He’s still lying low, but I just got word that he’s okay.”
“Oh,” I said dully. “That’s good.”
Hunter’s green eyes studied me. “Killian may be okay,” he said slowly. “You, on the other hand, clearly are not.”
“You noticed,” I said, trying to sound a whole lot cooler than I felt.
“Of course I noticed,” he said, looking at me as intensely as ever. “What do you take me for?”
I felt frozen, unable to speak.
He ran a hand through his hair and said in a gentler tone, “Morgan, tell me what I can do. How can I help?”
“I—” My voice died in my throat. I couldn’t say it. It hurt too much. “You can’t,” I got out at last. “No one can.”
I thought of what it felt like to lie in Hunter’s arms, to laugh with him, to join my power with his. How could I give up any of that? There would never be anyone who felt that right, never anyone I would love that much, ever again. He was my soul mate.
“All right.” He shoved his hands into his coat pockets as if to keep himself from touching me. “Maybe you’re not ready to talk right now. Can we get together tomorrow night?”
“No!” I said more forcefully than I’d meant to.
“Why not?”
I thought again of how I’d hurt everyone who came near me. How as Ciaran’s daughter, I couldn’t possibly do anything else.
“I guess I need to get used to it,” I said finally.
“Used to what?”
“To what it’s going to be like without you.” My voice sounded hollow and alien, like it was coming out of someone else’s body.
“What?” He let out a sharp, startled bark of laughter. “What are you saying?”
I couldn’t look at him. “I have to be on my own. I’m poison, Hunter. I can’t help it.”
Hunter blew out his breath, a cloud of steam in the icy air. “Don’t be ridiculous. Heritage does not equal destiny.”
“For me it does. I can’t be with you anymore. We have to break up.”
There. It was out. I shut my eyes tight against the pain. It was worse than anything I’d experienced at the hands of Amyranth. I felt like I’d just cut out my own heart.
“We have to do what?” Hunter’s voice was carefully controlled, as if he were trying to convince himself he’d misheard me.
“I’m breaking up with you,” I said more strongly. I opened my eyes, but I still couldn’t look at him. I stared at the wooden slats of the dock below my feet and wondered what it would be like to drop through them, sink into the frigid water below. Don’t cry, Morgan. You will not cry. I took a deep breath and said the only thing I could think of that would make him go away. “I don’t love you anymore.”