“Fine. You’re not Lillian? Then prove it.”
“Just look at me,” she pleaded, her eyes skipping from Rowan to Tristan to Caleb. “Look at how I’m dressed. Obviously, I’m not from around here.”
“She has a point,” Caleb said.
“If other worlds exist, like the shamans say, and if Lillian studied with a shaman, then she would know how they dress in parallel universes because she can spirit walk into them,” Rowan replied stubbornly.
“Will you just stop it?” Lily asked, her voice breaking with frustration. “I can’t argue with you, because I don’t even know what’s going on. How am I supposed to prove to you I’m not the evil witch I look exactly like?”
“You know how, Lillian.” One corner of Rowan’s mouth twitched up in a bitter smile. “Let me in your head.”
“Ro. Be serious,” Tristan said with an uneasy chortle, like he was hoping that Rowan was kidding.
“I am serious,” Rowan replied, his eyes never leaving Lily. Tristan took Rowan’s arm and pulled him around to face him.
“If that is Lillian, and you let her into your head, she could kill you with a thought. Or worse,” Tristan said in a low, warning tone. “Even without her willstone, she’s powerful enough to work you like a puppet.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Really? Are you also aware of the fact that getting control over your new willstone might have been her plan all along?”
“Then you monitor our mindspeak,” Rowan said evenly. “If she tries to key into my willstone, smash it.”
A stunned silence stretched out between the two young men.
“Hold on,” Caleb said, stepping between Rowan and Tristan. “The shock will incapacitate you for weeks.” He fingered the golden stone around his neck nervously, like the thought of smashing anyone’s willstone made him cringe. “I’m not sure it’s worth it.”
Rowan looked over his shoulder at Lily, who glared back at him. His lip curled. “It’s worth it to me.”
“I can’t authorize this,” Caleb said with a shake of his head. “You’ll have to talk to the sachem.”
“Then bring me to him,” Rowan demanded. “The sooner we find out what she’s really doing here, the safer we’ll all be.”
A tense silence passed as the three of them searched each other’s eyes. “Tristan, stay here and watch her,” Caleb ordered softly. “And be careful.”
“I will.”
Tristan walked over to the edge of the fire with Rowan and Caleb. They exchanged a few words that Lily couldn’t hear before Rowan and Caleb left, sinking silently into the shadows outside the dim glow of the campfire. Tristan stayed where he was, his back turned to Lily, pointedly ignoring her.
For the first time since she’d regained consciousness, Lily looked out beyond the small bubble of light that immediately surrounded her. She saw halos cast by other fires. They seemed to be clustered together, hundreds of yards away from her handmade cage. Lily realized there must be a large group out here in the woods, holding her captive, but apart. Like she was a threat.
Muted voices softened the silence of the thick forest around her—a forest so dark it seemed to eat the light out of the air. Lily looked up. Stars, more stars than she had ever seen, left a milky streak across the deep black of the night sky above her, like a pearlescent river of light.
“So that’s why they call it the Milky Way,” Lily sighed to herself, awed by the sight.
“Quiet,” Tristan commanded nervously, his head snapping around. He stood up from the edge of the fire and came toward her quickly, watching her lips the whole way. “Don’t even try to cast a spell on me.”
He was genuinely afraid of her. Lily thought she knew every expression on Tristan’s face, but she had never seen him like this before. For the first time in their relationship, Lily sensed that she was the one in charge. It made her brave.