“It wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did, Nicholas. We had her hidden, in safety, we thought. She was given a good home, with a kind, loving family, who cared deeply for her. But her light burns so bright that it can’t be disguised or denied. Somehow, she summoned Adarian before we were ready for it. He found her years before she was meant to find him.” She reached out to brush the hair back from his face. “I am so sorry for the pain we caused you and Cherise. We never meant for that to happen. You have to believe me.”

Nick’s gaze fell to his mother’s unconscious body. She looked so young. And she was. Most women her age were just starting their families, not saddled with a teenager. “I’m not the one you should apologize to, Mennie. I’m not the one you hurt. You ruined her life.”

Worse than that, Mennie let him ruin it. And that was what hurt most of all.

Menyara shook her head in denial. “She would be the first to disagree. You know that, Nicholas. That’s what makes her so incredibly special. What gives us hope that you might be able to have a different outcome from the other Malachais before you. You are the only one since the firstborn who was raised by a mother who loves you. A Malachai who unites both the light and the dark. You do not have to strictly be a force of destruction. Because of your mother’s love, you can choose to be a force for good, instead.”

Honestly? Right now, he wasn’t thinking good, happy thoughts. He was all about doing harm to everyone who’d had a hand in setting his mom up for this life.

But Menyara’s words made him flinch as he remembered the sight of Ambrose earlier. His future self hadn’t predicted a happy outcome by any means. He’d been on the brink of conversion. And his premonitions didn’t give him a whole lot to look forward to, either.

From the way things were looking, he was basically screwed. And there was no way to avert his destiny.

Yeah, he was feeling pretty dang defeated.

Lied to. Kicked in the stones.

And extremely pissed off by all of this. “I don’t even know you anymore, lady. Everything you’ve ever told me was a lie. And I do mean every single thing out of your mouth. Even your name. Now you expect me to believe this? To trust you? How can I trust you ever again?”

“I’m still your aunt Mennie.”

Yeah, right. Was she?

Was she Menyara, the Voodoo priestess and Creole midwife who delivered him, or the Egyptian goddess Ma’at, who was related to Kody? Or the ancient primal goddess Cam, related to Caleb and Xev?