“He has spilled human blood.” Pitte settled into a chair. “He might have spilled yours.”

“Would he—could he have killed you?”

Pitte’s chin angled just enough for arrogance. “He would have tried.”

“Might have been a bit more effective to come as yourself, with a shotgun,” Brad pointed out.

“I can’t battle him in human form while he takes the form of an animal.”

“You were badly hurt,” Zoe remembered. “Your side was gouged.”

“And has been tended. Thank you.”

“Ah, here’s the tea. He grumbled when I tended him.” Rowena scooted forward to lift the teapot the servant set on the table. “Which is a good sign. Were Pitte seriously wounded he would say nothing.”

“I was right to go back there. I feel, most of the time, I feel I’m not doing enough. But I was right to go back there.”

“The path is yours to take.” Rowena offered Zoe a cup. “Your man is worried for you. I understand,” she said to Bradley and poured a second cup. “I can promise you we’ll do all we can to keep her safe.”

“You put protection around Simon. Put protection around her.”

Rowena’s face mirrored sympathy as she held out the second cup. “There is no key without risk. There is no end to risk without the key. She needs your faith in her. It’s as vital as a shield and a sword.”

“I have all the faith in the world in Zoe. And no trust whatsoever for Kane.”

“You’re wise on both counts,” Pitte acknowledged. “He may be licking his wounds for the moment, but he’s not finished. With either of you.”

“He hasn’t bothered with me,” Brad pointed out.

“A canny foe chooses the time and the field. The more she cares for you, the harder the blow. After all, the surest way to the soul is through the heart.”

As Zoe’s cup rattled in its saucer, Brad nodded to Pitte. “Let’s worry about what is for now, and handle what comes as we get to it. You’re the keeper of the keys,” he said to Rowena. “The rules have changed, you’ve said so yourself. Give her the key, and end it.”

“He negotiates.” Obviously pleased, Pitte sat straighter. “There is a contract.”

“Which stated nothing about danger to life and limb,” Brad said easily. “The terms of which were voided when attacks were made on the people involved.”

“They waived recompense for any injuries beyond our control.”

“There wasn’t full disclosure.”

Rowena let out a sigh. “Must you get him started?” she said to Brad. “I’m sure both of you would enjoy a good wrangle over contracts and terms and what have you. And the fact is, I would agree there would no longer be the penalty of a year of your lives, as stated in the contract, if Zoe decides to end her quest. Pitte would agree as well, though he would enjoy arguing the terms first for form.”

“And entertainment,” he added.

“I can’t give her the key,” Rowena continued. “Once the quest was accepted, once it was begun, it was out of my hands. I can’t touch the keys until they’re found by the ones chosen to find them, or until the time has elapsed. Such is the nature of this.”

“Then tell her where it is.”

“I can’t.”

“Because it’s not anywhere until I find it,” Zoe said softly as it settled clearly into her mind. “It’s not there,” she said, looking over at Rowena now, “until I know.”

“You have all the power in this, and have only to understand how to use it.”

“Did I send myself through the mirror? Or did you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“The mirror in the attic at Indulgence. Kyna was in it. We looked at each other, then I stepped through, and I was there, in the garden of the painting. I was part of her.”

Rowena clamped a hand over Zoe’s wrist. “Tell me all. Exactly as it was.”

As she did, Rowena’s gaze never left her face. The fingers dug into her flesh until she could feel the blood gathering to bruise.

When she was done, Zoe felt those fingers tremble once before they dropped away. “A moment,” Rowena said in a thick voice, and rose to stand facing the fire.

“A ghra.” Pitte crossed to her, lowered his cheek to the top of her head.

“Is it bad?” Shaken, Zoe reached out, searching for Brad’s hand.

“I feared the worst for my world. That Kane would defy all law and go unchecked. That he would spill the blood of mortals and not be punished. Oh.” Rowena turned, pressed her face to Pitte’s chest. “My heart was dark and full of fear.”

“A battle rages, there can be no doubt. And I am trapped here.” Frustration scraped through Pitte’s words.

“Here is where you’re needed.” Rowena stepped back from them. Her cheeks were damp with tears. “This battle must be won as well.”

She moved to Zoe again. “There is new hope.”

Opening her purse, Zoe pulled out a tissue, offered it. “I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t see this, nor did Kane. Didn’t anticipate it, nor did he. If she was able to show you, to let you touch what she is, he was able to reach her.”

“Who?”

“The king. It is not only Kane who can use war to his own ends. If we can win on this ground, the king will win on his. You’ve been given a gift, Zoe. For a few moments you were a goddess, the daughter of a king.” Her face glowed. “You weren’t only shown what they are, what they lost, you touched it. Kane can never break that bond.”

“She tried to fight, but she couldn’t. She drew her sword,” Zoe said, and could feel—even now—the way it had all but flown out of its sheath. “But he struck her down before she could use it.”

“The battle’s not done.” Gently now, Rowena touched her hand. “In your world or in mine.”

“She knew him. She understood—when it happened, she understood, and she looked him in the face.”

“She touched you, lived in you for those same few moments, knew, I think, what you knew. That was your gift to her.”

“I’m not going to leave her there. I hope she knows that.”