hear her. It told me everything I needed to know.”
“Hear her?” Cedar asked.
Riona nodded. “You can’t hear it, but each of us, everyone who is like Finn, sounds different than others do. It’s like a musical signature, of sorts, called the Lýra. I could hear it coming from inside your apartment. We know Maeve isn’t one of us, so it must have been coming from Eden. It’s that simple.”
“
Nothing
about this is simple,” Cedar said. Just then she heard the door to the pub crash open, and she twisted in her seat to see who had burst in so violently. It was the last person she would have expected. Her mother stood in the entrance, her eyes wild and her gray hair askew.
Rohan stood up at once. He looked at Maeve and hissed through clenched teeth, “I told you not to come here!” Cedar stared at him, then back at her mother.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” she asked, also getting to her feet.
Maeve glanced at her daughter but then focused on Rohan. “What did you do?” she asked him, her voice shaking. “Where is she?”
“Who, Maeve? Who are you talking about?” asked Riona, stepping forward.
“The child, of course! You think I don’t know? You think I don’t have the Sight, just because I don’t use it for your every whim?” Maeve’s voice dripped with venom. “I have had a vision, a terrible vision, the clearest I have ever seen. I saw her with
him.
I saw her with Lorcan; I’m sure of it. Now tell me,
what did you do
?”
Cedar stared at her mother in shock. “What are you talking about, Mum? Why are you here?”
Maeve stumbled over to where Cedar was standing and grabbed her arm. “I have been trying to call you. Where is she? Where did you leave her?”
“Mum, you’re freaking me out. Leave who? Eden?”
“Yes, yes, of course Eden! Where is she?”
“She’s at home. Jane is with her. What are you talking about? You’re not making sense. Here, sit down.” She pulled forward a chair from a nearby table, but Maeve pushed it away.
“Damn it, Cedar, you don’t understand what’s at stake here!” Maeve said, raising her voice. Rohan cleared his throat and gave her a silencing look. She ignored him and looked pleadingly at Cedar. “Call her. Call Jane. Make sure Eden is safe. Then go home, and for pity’s sake, don’t leave her again.”
Cedar pulled her phone out of her pocket. She had turned it on silent mode earlier in the evening, and sure enough,there were three missed calls from Maeve. Cedar hit “Jane’s cell” on the display.
The pub was silent, and every ear seemed attuned to the ringing of the phone. It rang once…twice…then there was a click and Jane’s voice, “Hello?”
Cedar tried to sound casual. “Hey, Jane, how’s it going over there?”
“Cedar?”
“Of course,” Cedar said, confused.
“Oh, Cedar…I think…I’m not sure…” Jane’s voice trailed off.
“Hello? Jane, is everything okay?”
“No. No, I don’t think so, but I don’t know how…oh, shit.”
“Jane!” Cedar shouted into the phone. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“This is impossible. I don’t know how this happened.”
“How what happened? Where is Eden, Jane? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know how I got here. But Cedar, I think I’m in New York.”
“New York? What? Is Eden with you?”
“Eden? No, of course not. Why would she be?”
CHAPTER SIX
Cedar didn’t remember much about the drive from the Fox and Fey back to her apartment. But she would never forget the cold feeling of utter dread that had engulfed her, the sensation that the whole world had dropped out from beneath her as she was sucked into a spinning vortex of sheer panic. Rohan and Riona had stuffed her into a car and had driven through the streets of Halifax at twice the speed limit, Maeve following in her own car.
When they arrived at the apartment complex, Cedar took the stairs two at a time and flung open the door, screaming Eden’s name. Jane was still on the line, and
“Hear her?” Cedar asked.
Riona nodded. “You can’t hear it, but each of us, everyone who is like Finn, sounds different than others do. It’s like a musical signature, of sorts, called the Lýra. I could hear it coming from inside your apartment. We know Maeve isn’t one of us, so it must have been coming from Eden. It’s that simple.”
“
Nothing
about this is simple,” Cedar said. Just then she heard the door to the pub crash open, and she twisted in her seat to see who had burst in so violently. It was the last person she would have expected. Her mother stood in the entrance, her eyes wild and her gray hair askew.
Rohan stood up at once. He looked at Maeve and hissed through clenched teeth, “I told you not to come here!” Cedar stared at him, then back at her mother.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” she asked, also getting to her feet.
Maeve glanced at her daughter but then focused on Rohan. “What did you do?” she asked him, her voice shaking. “Where is she?”
“Who, Maeve? Who are you talking about?” asked Riona, stepping forward.
“The child, of course! You think I don’t know? You think I don’t have the Sight, just because I don’t use it for your every whim?” Maeve’s voice dripped with venom. “I have had a vision, a terrible vision, the clearest I have ever seen. I saw her with
him.
I saw her with Lorcan; I’m sure of it. Now tell me,
what did you do
?”
Cedar stared at her mother in shock. “What are you talking about, Mum? Why are you here?”
Maeve stumbled over to where Cedar was standing and grabbed her arm. “I have been trying to call you. Where is she? Where did you leave her?”
“Mum, you’re freaking me out. Leave who? Eden?”
“Yes, yes, of course Eden! Where is she?”
“She’s at home. Jane is with her. What are you talking about? You’re not making sense. Here, sit down.” She pulled forward a chair from a nearby table, but Maeve pushed it away.
“Damn it, Cedar, you don’t understand what’s at stake here!” Maeve said, raising her voice. Rohan cleared his throat and gave her a silencing look. She ignored him and looked pleadingly at Cedar. “Call her. Call Jane. Make sure Eden is safe. Then go home, and for pity’s sake, don’t leave her again.”
Cedar pulled her phone out of her pocket. She had turned it on silent mode earlier in the evening, and sure enough,there were three missed calls from Maeve. Cedar hit “Jane’s cell” on the display.
The pub was silent, and every ear seemed attuned to the ringing of the phone. It rang once…twice…then there was a click and Jane’s voice, “Hello?”
Cedar tried to sound casual. “Hey, Jane, how’s it going over there?”
“Cedar?”
“Of course,” Cedar said, confused.
“Oh, Cedar…I think…I’m not sure…” Jane’s voice trailed off.
“Hello? Jane, is everything okay?”
“No. No, I don’t think so, but I don’t know how…oh, shit.”
“Jane!” Cedar shouted into the phone. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“This is impossible. I don’t know how this happened.”
“How what happened? Where is Eden, Jane? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know how I got here. But Cedar, I think I’m in New York.”
“New York? What? Is Eden with you?”
“Eden? No, of course not. Why would she be?”
CHAPTER SIX
Cedar didn’t remember much about the drive from the Fox and Fey back to her apartment. But she would never forget the cold feeling of utter dread that had engulfed her, the sensation that the whole world had dropped out from beneath her as she was sucked into a spinning vortex of sheer panic. Rohan and Riona had stuffed her into a car and had driven through the streets of Halifax at twice the speed limit, Maeve following in her own car.
When they arrived at the apartment complex, Cedar took the stairs two at a time and flung open the door, screaming Eden’s name. Jane was still on the line, and
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