Amber Moon (Moon Trilogy, Part II) by C.L. Bevill

Author:C.L. Bevill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: moon trilogy paranormal romance mystery suspense urban fantasy
Publisher: C.L. Bevill

Chapter Five

Blood will reveal treasonous activities…

Mirie stared at the lady as if she had been blind and suddenly could see. It was as obvious as looking into a mirror. Even Jack murmured a stunned, “God damn,” as they passed him in the hallway.

The Lady Amycate had beckoned to Mirie to follow her and Anarion had nodded at Mirie encouragingly. She led Mirie out into the gardens and stopped beside what appeared to be miniature rose bushes. Mirie stared at Amycate and then deliberately looked at the rose bushes. Their tips were made of gold and silver and sparkled metallically in the gilded light that was so abundant in this realm.

Mirie didn’t have a doubt left. If this woman wasn’t her mother, then she was her sister or something else almost as close. She didn’t know what to say to this person who was probably her mother, someone she hadn’t seen in nearly three decades and could not even remember. Instead she remembered her mother, not a woman called Zyvana, but one who called herself Korrah, an odd name especially in Iceland, but Mirie’s stepfather hadn’t complained, at least not that Mirie could remember. Then Mirie was wondering if the Committee had gotten their story straight about their deaths. Would the elves have tracked Zyvana to Iceland and murdered the pair in bloody vengeance, unable to find the child, or perhaps unaware of Mirie’s presence? Had the blood left in the Gray Forest convinced them that the child, Ruaora, had been murdered?

Amycate stared at Mirie in turn, perhaps unable to comprehend the reality of her adult daughter. “You’re not as I envisioned,” she said finally in English. “Sturdier than I would have thought.”

And Amycate was softer, the lady in silken gowns with jewelry draped around her neck and at her wrists. The same size as Mirie, she seemed more delicate and refined than Mirie could ever hope to be; Amycate appeared to be a similar age to Mirie and more in line with what a prince would marry. She began to walk again and Mirie trailed uncertainly after her, not sure what to say.

Finally, Mirie said, “I did what I had to do, in order to fit into the world I was in.”

“An agent for the Committee,” Amycate said and it wasn’t a question.

“They have good intentions,” Mirie defended unconsciously.

Amycate cast a look over her shoulder at Mirie. It looked like the cunning smile that elves were found of giving. It said something about knowing something that Mirie could never know. It made Mirie’s hackles rise up.

“When I was barely of age I became a consort to a powerful man,” Amycate said. “My family disapproved and made a match with another family of power. I had you barely two years later. One day I spoke to Arisar, the silver seeker and seer, about what would happen to you in your future.”

They moved into the deepest part of the garden. The green shrubs grew tall here and cast long shadows as if the sun were setting somewhere in this world.

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