“If you hadn’t tried to assassinate him with a cursed knife, he wouldn’t have turned evil and destroyed hundreds of innocent Fae.” She pointed at the bodies lining the beach. “They wouldn’t have died. Mei would still be alive. My father would still be alive.”
Ferah had her own tears rolling down her face. “Blame me all you want, but if you hadn’t fallen out of the tower and used the seam ripper at that place in time to go to Halle, you wouldn’t have saved Wilhelm. You would never have been born.”
“But why?” Mina sobbed, finally wrenching free from Brody.
“I did what I had to do to try and prevent this from happening. Prophecies aren’t fool proof. Ask Constance. I’d do it again.”
“I hate you.” Mina hissed.
“Yeah, well, get in line,” Ferah laughed. “Behind me.”
“I think I’d like to join the I Hate Ferah club as well.” Ever grumbled.
Ferah turned and looked at Ever. “Oh look, if it isn’t the oh-so-shy Ever Farindale. Looks like you got over the shy bit and grew up into a big girl.”
“Almost being killed in a maze will do that to you,” she shot back.
Ferah looked over the Goth pixie and smirked at her footwear. “Nice boots.”
“Yeah, the better to kick your little elf—”
“Hey, I helped you that night.” Ferah cut Ever off. She thrust a thumb out at Mina. “She would have forgotten about you, if it wasn’t for me.”
“That doesn’t make us friends,” Ever snapped. “I’ll have to agree with Mina on this one. It’s all your fault.”
“What do you two not understand? I was just following orders.” The elf girl flung out her hands and pointed back to the burning building. “I was trying to prevent this. This is what the Guild does. Help Fae.”
“I want to know whose orders.” Nix spoke up. “If everyone is going to start throwing blame on the powers that be, they’d better have a name.”
Ferah’s lips pressed closed and she avoided eye contact. Not willing to share that information.
“Oh don’t get all secretive on us now,” Ever lashed out. “There’s no time like the middle of a life or death situation to hash things out.”
“She was following my orders.” Constance came up from down by the waterfront. Her white hair was filled with soot, and her dress was burned along the side. She looked like she’d been in a battle.
“We knew this day would come, and this is not the first or final battle. Teague attacked the Guild first because we are the strongest of the Fae. We’re a collective, a mini army, whereas the rest of the Fae are scattered across the world. We were the only ones that could stand in his way of destroying your world. It’s why he attacked all of the other Guilds twenty years ago. But then, he wasn’t strong enough to destroy ours.” Constance looked toward the river.
“This time, he was. He ripped right through our wards, and the giants and trolls made quick work of bringing the building down on us. Knocking out the gas lines. A lot of Fae gave their lives to help create a protective shield to hold them back while others escaped. But they couldn’t hold it back, and when the shield fell, the gas line blew.”
“What now?” Ever asked, wiping her eyes with the corner of her black jacket.
“We get the injured to safety. We have to hide all evidence of us ever being here. A few will stay behind to keep this area cloaked as well as trying to keep us hidden from the police. Also, someone will have to fix this.” She gestured to Brody, and Mina gasped.
“No. You can’t.”
“I’m sorry, Mina. But we have too. He’s seen too much.”
“He helped. He was saving lives.” She tried to champion Brody’s cause, but he just gave her arm a squeeze.
“We told you, you could have one.” Constance answered.
“Yeah, well, your rules suck. And I don’t think I’m going to follow them anymore.” Mina grabbed Brody’s arm and tried to lead him away as fast as she could.
But Ferah walked up to Brody and, in a split second, placed her hand on his forehead. A slight glow appeared around him, then dissipated.
“No!” Mina swatted her hand away and looked to Brody. He eyes weren’t focusing. “Brody! Brody, answer me. It’s me. Mina.”
He didn’t say a word.
Constance motioned to someone down by the waterfront, and a woman started softly singing. She must have been another muse, like Constance, for when she sang, fire sprang up. In seconds, the dead were engulfed in flames, and Mina cried out.
Her Godmother was no more. It hurt. To not be able to say goodbye. Mei had done so much for her and her family. Protecting her, watching out for her, and causing a bit of mischief at the same time. How was she going to tell her mom about this?
Constance turned to Ferah and Nix. “Get the last of the Fae loaded up. We need to get to our backup location before the dark prince comes back for us.”
Nix nodded and ran over to one of the Fae loading trucks. He jumped up onto the back of the truck bed and began getting the people settled in as comfortably as he could.