“Hey, your girl is a fighter.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “I pity the fool that tries to keep her from you. They will rue the day they come up against her.”

That actually made me chuckle. “You have no idea.”

“Where’s Emersyn?” Devon’s sharp voice sliced through our quiet moment. "Where is she?”

“She’s home,” Hunter said with a thick voice. “She’s okay but she was injured⁠—”

“Tegan, get us home. Now⁠—”

“How did you even get here?”

“Tegan—”

“All right, all right.” Tegan smirked and snapped her fingers.

White light flashed and this time, I let Tegan’s magic carry me with the others. When it faded, we were out front of Coven Headquarters in Eden. I frowned, delivering us outside was an interesting choice.

“Mom, wait.” Tegan’s magic wrapped around Devon forcing her to stop moving. “Mom, look I need to explain⁠—”

“How bad is it?” Devon asked in a rush, her face pale.

“She’s blind.”

Devon gasped and swayed on her feet. Hunter wrapped his arm around her for support.

Tegan nodded. “Unseelies and their magic have taken a lot of us down, including Uncle Kessler⁠—”

“What?” Devon hissed. She gripped her husband’s shirt but didn’t move. “What happened to them?”

“What you need to know before you go in that house is that everyone who has been injured by the Unseelie . . . well . . . their injuries will not heal unless we can force the Unseelies out and block them permanently⁠—”

“Who else is down?”

“Bettina, Deacon, Uncle Kessler, Chutney, Easton, Lily, and Esther Irit who took a hit for me.” Tegan swallowed roughly. “Bentley’s shoulder, Savannah’s hands, and now Em’s eyes are injuries that won’t heal either.”

Devon looked to Savannah then to her son. Her face was a mask, but I felt the emotion stirring in her. “Deacon is down again and she’s blind . . . she can’t be doing well. Where is she?”

“By the fire⁠—”

Devon spun on her toes and raced up the steps. She shoved the front door open. White light flashed again and then we were all inside the living room, facing Devon as she hurried inside. I almost laughed. Tegan was so convenient.

Devon’s steps faltered and I knew she’d spotted her other daughter, still sitting on the ledge in front of the fire with her hands in the flames. The white blindfold bandage still wrapped around her eyes.

She took a few slow steps forward like she didn’t want to spook her. “Emersyn⁠—”

“MOM!” Emersyn spun around. Fire ran up her arms. Her eyebrows raised and a little flush filled her cheeks. “Mom? Mom, is that you⁠—”

“It’s me.” Devon sat next to her and cupped Em’s face in her hands. “I’m here, my love.”

A broken sob ripped through Emersyn’s chest. She dove forward, collapsing in her mother’s arms as she broke down. Devon held her tight.