She looked back at her family, at their heartache and pain, but more: their love.

“I’ve never been alone.”

“You understand now?” Quinn asked. “About Addison?”

“You knew?” Irene and Kaden said at the same time.

“It’s what she saw in the bourbon.” Her eyes strayed to Maura. “Why she called me in the first place.”

“She tried to tell me.” Maura’s voice broke. “And I pushed her away.”

“It’s not your fault,” Irene said, gripping her mother’s hand.

Maura pulled back from her. “I saw she was in pain, but I chose my hatred for the Bonners over her.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Irene said.

“There’s no one else to blame.” Maura squared her shoulders and sat up straighter. “And now she’s with Sylvia. This is probably what that bitch wanted all along.”

“Of course,” Kaden said. Then to Irene, “Back then, my mother wanted you in the family to ensure she’d never lose access to the garden. But after the festival, she didn’t need you as her daughter-in-law anymore. She had your land, and no one remembered otherwise.”

“Then a few months later my pregnancy started showing,” Irene said.

“A Bonner and a Haywood child,” Kaden said.

“Our child,” Irene whispered.

Kaden nodded, eyes gleaming. “She must’ve shown Addison those memories to gain her trust.”

Irene stood. “We have to stop her.”

Taylor looked up at them with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “But we drank the bourbon. If we go now, Sylvia can take it from us all over again.”

“We can’t wait,” Irene said. “Addison’s in danger. There’s no telling what Sylvia will take from her, and with no one there to capture it, we’ll never be able to get it back.”

“We may already be too late,” Maura breathed.

“I’m immune,” Quinn said. “I’ll go.”

“It’s too much of a risk,” Taylor said. “Nolan tried to do the same thing.”

Maura sat up taller and threw her thick braid over her shoulder. “We should have trusted Addison with her magic. We have to trust Quinn with hers.”

“I don’t have magic,” Quinn said.

“Your immunity is magic,” Maura said. “It’s time you owned it.”

Quinn’s eyes widened, and her lips spread into a smile. A dragonfly fluttered down from a nearby shelf and landed on the table in front of her. “I’ll do it. If Sylvia tries anything, I can pretend it worked on me, too… and… and… I’ll find a way. But we have to hurry. Sylvia and Addison are headed to the shadow garden.”

“Then there’s no time to waste,” Irene said.

“I’ll go see if I can get in touch with Tim Stokes.” Clem held up her bottle, which still contained plenty of bourbon. “I have a feeling he’ll want to sample some.”