When they’d stopped at that inn on their way back through the Mother’s Hills, it had broken his heart when the innkeeper asked about Morag, explaining that he was keeping a bitch puppy for her—a shadow hound mix. Lyrra had burst into tears. Ashk had simply walked away. But the next morning, when they were getting ready to leave, she came out of the inn wearing an odd kind of sling with the puppy tucked inside.

She wouldn’t talk about it, had actually said very little during the journey back to the west.

“What is it, Aiden?”

He didn’t want to voice his thoughts. Everyone else had already parted from them. The Fae who lived closest to the western bay were escorting Mihail’s wife and daughter to a harbor town where a ship would take them to Sealand. The Fae from other Clans had split off, taking other routes to return home. The handful of huntsmen from Bretonwood were the only ones left except for him and Lyrra. But this was the place—and it was time.

“This is where we part ways,” he said gently.

“You’re welcome to stay with the Bretonwood Clan.”

“We know. But we’ve been talking, doing a lot of thinking. We don’t really want to live with the Clans anymore. We’ve lived in the same world and remained strangers—the Fae, humans, and witches. Since Lyrra and I have more experience living outside the Clans…Well, there’s a place we’d like to go if they’ll accept us.”

Ashk looked puzzled. Then she studied the unmarked road that forked off the main road—and smiled for the first time in days. “Oh, I think they’ll welcome the Muse and the Bard and his dancing horse. You’ll let me hear from you when you’re settled in.”

“And we’ll come to Bretonwood for a visit before the Winter Solstice.” Because the thought had been weighing on him more heavily the closer they got to this spot, he finally said what he’d wanted to say since they left Willowsbrook. “She only wanted to go home.”

Ashk looked away. “She couldn’t. She dreamed of it, Aiden. That’s what haunted her. She dreamed of an enemy she couldn’t find fast enough, couldn’t stop. But she saw what it did. She saw it kill the people she loved. That’s why she asked for the promise. If she couldn’t stop it, I had to.” Her eyes filled with tears. “But she will come home.”

“You think she’ll come back to one of the western Clans this time? Maybe even Bretonwood?”