She squeaked and nodded. Aifric, however, merely tutted. ‘You think you’re telling the truth because this woman has manipulated you into believing her. We have proved that she is the evil one, not me. All of these people will back me up. In fact, even Integrity will back me up.’

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bob high above the heads of the stunned Sidhe. He was flapping his arms wildly in a panic. My stomach dropped. What now?

Byron exploded. ‘Bullshit!’

Aifric drew back and gestured upwards. I saw Taylor on the balcony above us, propped up between two burly goons. His shirt was soaked in blood and I wasn’t sure he was conscious. Byron, realising something was amiss, followed my gaze but Taylor and the two guards had already vanished. At the same time as Byron looked up, Aifric opened his palm, flashing a concealed blade. It wasn’t me he was threatening, however, it was his own son.

The magic that prevented me from speaking was lifted abruptly. ‘Speak, Integrity.’ I didn’t need to hear the warning tone in Aifric’s voice to know what would happen if I didn’t say what he wanted.

Rage spread through me, burning my body with more force than Byron’s Pyrokinesis ever could and I trembled with the potential for violence. There wasn’t anything Aifric wouldn’t do to get his own way; he’d slaughter his own son right here in front of just about every Sidhe in Scotland if that was what it took.

‘I’m the only thing keeping the Fomori demons at arm’s length,’ Aifric muttered. ‘Without me they would swarm across this country and destroy us all. This isn’t just about you and me. This is much, much bigger. Do the right thing.’

I sucked in a deep breath. Everything fell away and the large Sidhe congregation no longer existed. The walls of the church were nothing and even Byron ceased to exist. All I could hear was the thumping of my heart and all I could see was the intelligent evil glittering from Aifric’s soul. That and the three strands of magic swirling inside him: Pyrokinesis, like Byron, Dowsing and Healing. I blinked and looked away.

Byron said something to me but it seemed as if it were from a long way off. I shook myself and focused on the rest of the Sidhe. Perhaps it was a result of the brute force of my anger; whatever the reason, I could now see all their Gifts too. Levitation here. Precognition there. With a clarity that I wouldn’t have previously thought was possible, I could tell from looking at them what magic each person possessed. I stared at the man whose Gift was the ability to control another’s body against their will. My eyes narrowed and I reached inside him and yanked it away, dragging it into myself and taking it all. I staggered back. The man let out a terrified scream and collapsed.

The sound was all it took to galvanise the Sidhe into action. Several yelled and surged forward once more. Aifric couldn’t stop them this time and he probably didn’t want to. All the same, he grabbed Byron and pulled him backwards. ‘That was you,’ he hissed in a low voice so others wouldn’t hear. ‘You burned down our own house. It wasn’t an accident after all. You have betrayed me.’