Jo and the other Haven members led our procession into the bowels of the stone fortress, followed by Ryodan and the others. The Keltar Druids were next. Barrons and I followed, with Kat and half a dozen more sidhe-seers bringing up the rear. V’lane and his Seelie were due to sift in at any moment.

I kept a careful eye on the Book as Drustan carried it down the corridor, past a now silent image of Isla O’Connor that I could barely look at, into an underground chamber, down more stairs, into another chamber, and down still more stairs.

I quit counting after a dozen flights. It was deep. I was once again underground.

I kept waiting for the Book to somehow sense it was approaching the place where it had been caged for so long and make a final, deadly gambit for my soul. Or body.

I looked at Barrons. “Do you feel like—”

“The fat lady hasn’t sung?”

I love that about him. He gets me. I don’t even have to finish my sentences.

“Ideas?” I said.

“Not a one.”

“Are we being paranoid?”

“Possibly. Hard to say.” He looked at me. Although his eyes were empty of conversation, I knew he wanted to know everything that had happened while I’d been battling the Book but wouldn’t ask until we were alone. The entire time the Sinsar Dubh had been playing its head games with me, all he’d been able to see was me standing in silence with Rowena, me killing Rowena, then me standing in silence near the Book. The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.

He’d been a silent mountain of barely contained hostility the entire way out here. Since the moment the barrier restraining him had evaporated, he hadn’t stopped touching me. I was sucking it up. Who knew how he’d feel soon.

I couldn’t get to you, he’d exploded when he’d finally stopped kissing me long enough to speak.

But you did, I’d told him. I heard you roaring. It was what tipped me off. You got through.

I couldn’t save you. His expression had been stark, furious.

I couldn’t save him, either. And I was in no hurry to tell him that.

Did you get it? The spell of unmaking?

Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I’d almost burst into tears. I’d seen many things in his eyes in the time that I’d known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this.

Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it.

Yes, I lied. I got it.

I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.

I blew out a breath and focused on my surroundings. There was a small underground city beneath the abbey. Even Barrons was beginning to look impressed. Wide streetlike tunnels intersected neatly; narrower alleys ran off them in dizzying slopes. We passed an enormous hive of catacombs that Jo told us held the remains of every Grand Mistress that had ever lived. Somewhere among those labyrinthine tunnels, hidden in row after row of mausoleums, was the crypt of the first leader of the first Haven. I wanted to find it, run my fingers over the inscription, know the date our order had been founded. There were secrets down here entrusted to only the initiate, and I wanted to know them all.

Kat, too, was a member of the Haven, a secret she’d not betrayed.

“Rowena would have shut me out if I’d told you, and I’d have had no control over the inner doings of our order. It wasn’t a risk I could take. You did well tonight, Mac. She was wrong about you. With both prophecies against you, still you came through for us.” Serene gray eyes searched mine. “I can’t begin to imagine what you went through.” The look on her face told me she’d like to know and that she wouldn’t be waiting long to ask me in detail. “We can’t thank you enough.”

“Sure you can.” I gave her a tired smile. “Never let it get out again.”

There was a sudden commotion ahead of us.

The Seelie had just sifted in, minus V’lane, in close proximity to Ryodan, Lor, and Fade.

I wasn’t sure who was more disgusted. Or more homicidal.

Velvet hissed. “You have no right to be here!”

“Kill it,” Ryodan said flatly.

“Don’t you dare!” I heard Jo snap.

“Fucking fairies,” Lor muttered.

“Touch one of them and I’ll—”

“What, human?” Ryodan barked at Jo. “Just what will you do to stop me?”

“Don’t push me.”