Book Eight: Chapter 85

Nyx waved to seem friendly, but the Arachne didn’t respond. The remaining centaurs gave Nyx a wide berth as she left, the fae following the wind’s instructions. They had her return to the park where she had come into this world, and she sat down on a rock by the shore to wait.

The water in the pond rippled, and the head and torso of one of her elder sisters appeared. Her sharp facial features reflected moonlight like a mirror. Nyx bowed in greeting.

“I was called,” she said in the old tongue.

“We have received word that the Caretaker leaves in the morning for a new location. You are to intercept him there where his defenses are weaker.” The fae made a hissing sound through her teeth. “Your Unseelie counterpart has gone missing. Do you know their whereabouts?”

“I do not.”

“Then they have already failed.”

“That is likely.” Nyx licked her lips, remembering the power radiating off of the Caretaker. “You should let them know not to underestimate this m