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"What have you done now?" asked Fernando, putting his tortilla--which was not ruined, Alhaht hiood intentions and colass said, drawing out the vowels as only a Scot could, "I s out of the tale"
"Like what?" Fernando said, catching a whiff of catastrophe a the kitchen’s honant--and by none other than Matthew And the fact that Granddad adopted her as a daughter Lord, his blood voas deafening" Gallowglass looked reflective "Do you think we’ll still be able to hear it?"
Fernando stood, openmouthed and silent
"Don’t look at ht to share the news about the babe Wos And Philippe told Auntie Verin about the blood vow before he died in 1945, and she never said a word either!" Gallowglass said defensively
A concussion tore the air, as if a silent boreen and fiery streaked past the kitchen
"What the hell was that?" Fernando flung the door open and shielded his eyes against the bright sunlight
"One pissed-off witch, I ilum "Sarah must have told Diana and Matthew the news about Emily"
"Not the explosion That!" Fernando pointed to Saint-Lucien’s bell tohich was being circled by a winged, two-legged, fire-breathing creature Gallowglass rose for a better look
"That’s Corra She goes where Auntie goes," Gallowglass said on " Fernando turned wild eyes on his stepson
"Bah! That’s no dragon Can’t you see she’s only got two legs? Corra is a firedrake" Gallowglass twisted his arly reseht have left out one or two details, but I did warn everybody that Auntie Diana wasn’t going to be the same witch she was before"
"It’s true, honey E Diana and Mattheas clearly too on Fernando was right She needed to cut back on the whiskey
"I don’t believe you" Diana’s voice was high and sharp with panic She searched Ysabeau’s grand salon as though she suspected to find E behind one of the ornate settees
"Emily’s not here, Diana" Matthew’s hushed voice was infused with regret and tenderness as he stepped before her "She’s gone"
"No" Diana tried to push past him and continue her search, but Matthe her into his arht to his body
"Don’t say you’re sorry!" Diana cried, struggling to free herself from the vampire’s unbreakable hold She pounded on Matthew’s shoulder with her fist "Ehtmare Wake me up, Matthew--please! I want to wake up and find we’re still in 1591"
"This isn’t a night weeks had convinced her that E turn--or tied a bad knot in the ti spell This can’t be where ere supposed to end up!" Diana was shaking frorief and shock "Eood-bye"
"Eood-bye--to anyone But that doesn’t mean she didn’t love you"
Sarah reminded herself of this a hundred ti a chair closer to Sarah Insurfer who had walked into the Bishop house last October His leather cord, with its strange assortled in the blond hair at the nape of his neck The Converse sneakers he loved reuarded, sad look in his eyes was neever
Sarah was grateful for the presence of Marcus and Ysabeau, but the person she really wanted at her side at thisthis ordeal
"Thank you, Marcus," Matthew said, settling Diana in the seat Phoebe tried to press a glass of water into Diana’s hand When Diana just stared at it blankly, Matthew took it and placed it on a nearby table
All eyes alighted on Sarah
Sarah was no good at this kind of thing Diana was the historian in the fa the confusing events into a coherent story with a beginning, a middle, and an end, and perhaps even a plausible explanation of why Emily had died
"There’s no easy way to tell you this," Diana’s aunt began
"You don’t have to tell us anything," Matthew said, his eyes filled with compassion and sympathy
"The explanations can wait"
"No You both need to know" Sarah reached for the glass of whiskey that usually sat at her side, but there was nothing there She looked to Marcus in mute appeal
"E up the role of storyteller
"The teoddess?" Diana whispered, her brow creasing with the effort to concentrate
"Yes," Sarah croaked, coughing to dislodge the lu more and more time up there"
"Was she alone?" Matthew’s expression was no longer war, and his tone was frosty
Silence descended again, this one heavy and aard