“You mean it’s not possible,” I said. “Because Jaime’s innocent.”

The Fate nodded. “The Sword of Judgment cannot bring to justice the soul of an innocent.”

“But the soul isn’t innocent,” Kristof said. “The Nix—”

“The soul of the body still belongs to Jaime.”

“So now what?” I said. “Where does that leave us?”

“Exactly where you were,” the girl said. Then her lips twisted in a rueful semismile. “Only without the backup plan.”

“Great.”

The Fates called Trsiel in to join us then. The more brains we had working on this problem, the better.

The most obvious solution was to treat this as a normal case of spirit possession, and contact a few living necros to perform an exorcism. Problem was, as the Fates reminded us, this wasn’t a normal case of spirit possession because the Nix wasn’t a normal spirit. They were ninety-nine percent sure it would fail. By the time we tracked down and prepped a necromancer for the exorcism, if it didn’t work, it would be too late to try something else.

As long as we stayed in the throne room, plotting, we were operating on the Fates’ time, and only minutes would pass in the living world. But the moment we stepped into the living world, we were on our own, clock ticking.

“So we need to find a way to separate the Nix’s spirit from the body of her living partner,” I said. “And the only way to reliably do that is to use an angel’s sword…which won’t work in this case. So how the hell—?”

“There is another way,” the child Fate said.

“What?”

The young Fate began to shimmer, her body lengthening and aging, morphing into her middle sister, but in slow motion, as if fighting the change. A split-second burst of light, and the child stood there again, her face a grim mask of childish determination.

“There’s another way,” she said, words spilling out almost too fast to understand. “It’s been done before. The second seeker—”

“No!” Trsiel said. “We agreed—”

“You agreed what?” I said. “Are you telling me that after all this, you know another way?”

“No, I don’t.” He shot a scowl at the child Fate. “And neither does she.”

“But the other one does,” she said, chin lifting. “The second seeker.”

“You mean the angel you sent the second time?” I began, then stopped. “No, it wasn’t an angel, was it? It was a ghost. A man named Dachev. You sent him after the Nix and he caught her. Then she cut a deal, persuaded him to join her instead of turning her in.”

The youngest Fate’s mouth opened, but her middle sister took over before she could confirm it. I didn’t need that confirmation, though. One look at Trsiel’s face, and I knew I’d put the pieces in the right place.