“I love Leyka.” Tegan chuckled softly, but then she sobered. “I saw the note. Thanks for the picture, Frankie. My brain is a little . . . overwhelmed right now. Give me a minute to sort myself out and I’ll figure out what we need.”

Tenn sat up straight, his mismatched eyes narrowed into little slits as he looked up at her. “Overwhelmed?”

“I’m not in danger. It’s just a feeling . . . an emotion.” She cupped his face with one hand. “I’m . . . feeling a lot of . . . magic . . . and energy . . . and it’s all at once. There’s a lot happening, things I can sense that y’all can’t. Every time I go down, I have to . . . re-adjust. I just don’t usually worry you with that⁠—”

“Tegan—”

“I’m okay, babe.” She pressed her lips to his. “I just need a minute to let my magic settle.”

“What exactly feels overwhelming?” Constance stopped pacing and moved closer. “What’s bothering you most?”

“How many of us are not in this room right now.” She glanced around. “Too many of us are down. I can feel the Unseelie magic clinging to the injured, and it’s quite jarring.”

“Like the Seelie Tunnels for you?”

She nodded, then frowned. “Yes, but not quite physically.”

“Because you’re too much of this realm, the other realms affect you, right?” I asked. When Tegan nodded, I cursed. “Do we need to move the injured away from you⁠—”

“No. No, I need to keep them close. For their protection. I just . . .” She closed the Book of Shadows and shook her head. “The Unseelie are up to something. We need to figure out what.”

Tenn groaned. “I’ve been trying.”

“You’re not the only one.”

We all jumped at the sound of Thorne’s voice suddenly right behind us. When we looked over, we found him and Sage standing in the foyer with their white angel wings still fluttering at their backs. Normally their outfits were the epitome of a fae fantasy character, something out of a book or movie with all its cliches, but right now they wore simple white sheath gowns that dragged the floor.

I gasped. “Saffie said you went to Heaven.”

“What?” Tenn hissed and jumped to his feet to face them. “What happened?”

“We told you before, Heaven isn’t playing by the same rules this time. We’re actively trying to find answers for you. That’s why you haven’t seen the others. The children of Lucifer, and Chloe, have gone down to see him. I dare not ask what he’s scheming.” Thorne held his hands up and smirked. He strolled into the room. “Sage and I went—what’s that?”

“What is that?” Sage narrowed her eyes and prowled into the room like a jungle cat on the hunt. Her face fell. “The Wild Night should not linger here, Bentley.”

Thorne’s gaze snapped right to our Hierophant. “They touched you again?”