I must’ve made a face because Mona glanced up from her book at me, then followed my gaze toward her soon-to-be stepson and scowled as he swapped back and forth between Tennessee and Haven every other blink of an eye. His hair kept falling into his face. She stood and walked over, then gripped his shoulder and yanked him to lean back against the seat. He didn’t flinch, didn’t stop working on the puzzle, nor did his gaze sharpen on anything around him. Not even while Mona began to braid the top strands of his hair back for real.

Images of Kessler taking that hit for his son replayed in my mind. I cringed. Half the Bishop family was down or severely injured. Maybe Kessler was the target.

Everyone gasped and looked toward me.

I cursed and looked away from the shattered expressions on Tenn and Mona’s faces. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” But as I turned, I found Bentley, Hunter, and Cooper all sitting near Emersyn at the hearth.

“What makes you say that?” Cooper asked softly but his pale-green eyes were locked on Savannah who sat on the floor beside Emersyn. “It seemed the knight was going for Tenn.”

“It probably was. I just thought . . . well, maybe it’s nothing, but Sweyn is terrified of the Bishop family.” I shrugged and gestured to what was left of them. “Wouldn’t surprise me if she gave the Unseelies orders to take all of you out. Tegan, Devon, and Kessler are down—I’m assuming Kessler’s doing as well as the others injured by their blades?”

The Bishops nodded.

Then I turned to Emersyn, only to realize suddenly there was a white bandage wrapped all the way around her head, covering her from eyebrows to the top of her nose where only her nostrils were visible. My heart sank. I turned to look for Easton and Lily, then signed ‘Did she lose her eyes?’

Easton’s face fell. He shook his head and signed ‘No, her eyes are still there. But something happened to them too, not just the skin around the eyes.’

‘We’re not sure the health of her eyes, but they are still in her head’ Lily added with a grimace. ‘Savannah’s hands aren’t any better either.’

My eyes widened. I’d forgotten about Savannah’s hands. When I looked down at her again, I found both of her hands wrapped in the same white bandages. She wasn’t looking up, her eyes were locked on the book open in her lap, but I suspected that was just for show.

“Frankie!”

I flinched at the loudness in Mei-Ling’s voice as she bounced out of the kitchen holding a massive cup with a long straw poking out the top. I frowned. “Hi, you okay?”