Mag-log inMorgana’s POVThe room is utterly silent after Mother's confession.Before speaking in Lina's voice, it spoke in mine.I look at her hands on the table. The scar across her palm looks older than I recall, quite pale against the skin."What did it say?" I ask.Mother swallows. 'It said I could have my daughter back if I gave it somewhere to live.'Dante shifts beside me. Hale's pen stops.“Where?” he asks.Mother looks at me instead of answering.I know that look. I used to see it when she was trying to work out how much truth a child could take."Don't do that," I say. "I'm not six anymore.""No." Her voice breaks. "You aren't."Dante listens, doesn't try to interrupt."I'd lost Lina three days previously. I hadn't slept at all. I went to the seer as I'd heard she could talk to the dead. She warned me off doing it. I went back without her."She describes the black case: a carved wooden box, a small silver latch, Lina's ribbon inside. She'd said Lina's name and had begged for an answer
Morgana’s POVThe caseworker offers Mara a private call first. My sister reads the message twice before she answers."No phone," she says. "They made me speak into machines for years. If she wants to talk to me, I want to see her."Hale doesn't in the least bit try to change her mind. She calls the county office and asks whether they can arrange a supervised meeting without her having to give Eveline's address.By midday we're at the family services building outside town for our appointment. Hale confirms that the visitor has been cross-checked against the county records we previously had. She also cautions us that the cross-check doesn't answer the questions about what happened afterward.Mara gets to pick who goes in the room."Just me," she says. Pauses and then catches my expression. "Not because I don't want you. Because I've never had her to myself."I kiss her forehead."Take all the time you need."When we leave, Mara folds her mother's letter into the pocket of her coat. She'
Morgana’s POVHale says 'Mrs Bell' as if it might shatter something.I'm staring at the page. My mother has written down a woman who's been looking after Ada for weeks, a woman I've spoken to over a couple of cups of weak tea.“Call her,” I say."I'll ask her to speak to us," says Hale. "We shouldn't be in any position to assume she knows where Eveline is."Dante is right up close; our sleeves are actually touching. Neither of us says a word about what happens if she doesn't.The call comes on the fourth ring. There's a clatter of trays, then Mrs Bell's voice.“Inspector? Is Ada alright?”“She’s safe. I need to ask about someone who went by the name Eliza Vale.”A long silence follows.“Where on earth did you hear that name?” asks Mrs Bell.Hale puts the call on speaker with Mrs Bell's consent."A former resident of Greyhaven had you listed as a representative for her daughters," she says. "We think the resident in question was Eveline."Mrs Bell takes a slow breath out."I knew Eliza
Morgana’s POVBrenner wants a private meeting with Dante.That tells me he still thinks the rest of us are furniture."No," I say to Hale on the phone. "If he knows what happened to Eveline, then I want his version of events recorded. And I want to hear it.""He requested Dante by name," she says.“Then Dante can decide whether to attend. He doesn't get to decide whether my mother's story is mine.”Dante is at the window, listening. He holds out his hand when I hang up."We go together," he says.“Not as a favor.”“I know.”I take his hand. I'm almost going to tell him to stay home and let Owen have another look at him. He has the right to hear what Brenner has to say, just as I do. His wrist still has that dark line. I wish I could touch it without it all coming back to me again in terms of all the people who've tried to make it someone else's problem.At the station, Brenner is sitting across the table from his lawyer. The man looks a lot smaller without his robes. His hair is a bit
Morgana’s POVKeene kept my sister's letter for years.I want to ask Hale why he thinks that returning it now makes him decent. Instead, I'm just looking through the glass at Mara sleeping with one arm tucked under her cheek."Has he opened it?" I ask."He says he hasn't. The envelope is sealed, of course, but we'll log it before making any assertion.""Did he explain why he kept it?""He thought Eveline might come back and pay him for it."I stare at her."At least he's finally telling a story we can believe in."Dante doesn't smile. I don't either.I think about the nights Mara would wait for a letter and decide that silence was tantamount to nobody loving her. Keene had an answer. He could have passed it to a nurse, to Ada, to anyone. He just kept it. He kept it like a coin he might spend at some point.By morning, Hale has photographed the envelope and arranged for Mara to have it. She brings in a support worker that Mara met during her statement and asks if Mara wants us in the r
Morgana’s POVMara is just looking at the photograph.I can hardly breathe. The man on Hale's tablet is absolutely unremarkable. Grey hair at the temples. A crooked nose. The face of someone you'd have no idea what to do with if you passed him in a shop.My sister hasn’t forgotten.“He locked the gate," she says again. "Mother was outside. I heard her whistle, and he pushed me back into the building."Hale lowers the tablet."Do you remember his name?""Mr Keene, that's what the nurses used to call him.""Did you know him well?"Mara gives a rather bitter laugh. "He'd count us before meals. He took my shoes when I tried to run. I saw him every day."I touch her shoulder, and she moves away. Not because she's angry with me. Because she needs space to speak.Hale asks Mara to describe the man without looking at the photograph. My sister remembers the dent in his nose, the missing piece of his left eyebrow, and the way he dragged his right foot."Don't make me look at him again," she say
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta







