Chapter Eighteen

Tobin made his way to Bailey, hauling her to her feet. Her face was full of wonder, and he had to bite down on the burn of jealousy. He twined his fingers through hers, reassuring himself she was fine, and let out a sigh of relief.

When Beckett's Magick had exploded out of him, she had thrown herself right into the corona. He had been yelling at her over Beckett's screams, but she had ignored him. She wrapped herself resolutely around the Summer Prince and held him during the transformation. Beckett's Magick had flared hotter than the sun and Tobin had feared that she would be consumed by it. But here she was, unscathed.

He was confused. The raining petals on Bailey, the sudden transformation of Beckett from Summer Prince to Horned God. It felt like there was more at work in Faerie than just a plot against the Halflings. Faerie was rearranging itself, shaking up the complacent fae and it unnerved him.

Maybe Danu would have answers. The Mother was notoriously fickle, and prone to freque