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an innocent man to admit to murder.
    Finally, she dropped her foot to the ground and faced Rhys. “Say it.”
    “I still don’t understand why the fairy realm would’ve used that particular memory as a lure to capture you.”
    “Umm…maybe because that’s the one that still haunts me? Unlike some of our siblings, I don’t hide what my torture was while we were imprisoned. For a millennium, I mourned Kai’s death. If the fairy realm wanted to trap me, why—”
    “Why would it pick the one memory you expect to torment you?”
    She frowned. Why did he have to ask? Rhys, along with all her siblings, had mourned Kai’s death with her. When one member of their Teulu, their family of Hunters, hurt, they all did. That was the nature of their bond. “Because no matter how many times I relive it, that’s the one that still hurts.”
    “But it’s also one you no longer react to.” Rhys held up a hand. “You grieve. I won’t argue that. If you didn’t, your suffering wouldn’t have appeased the fairy curse placed upon us, but recalling that night will not make you act. You know your mate is dead and gone. Nothing will bring him back, so why would you jump into the fairy ring to save him?”
    Truth or lie? Either would invite more of Rhys’s scrutiny. It was obvious her brother had decided her issues were the next mystery he had to solve.
    She motioned to Allie, who idly scrolled through some social media platform, one of her biggest hobbies. “Why don’t you go hound Allie instead of me? It’s obvious the girl needs your intervention more than I do.”
    Without looking at her, he said, “Allie is twenty-three. Almost twenty-four. That makes her a woman, not a girl.”
    “Okay. She’s a sheltered young woman who prances around here as if the world is one big sandbox for her to play in.”
    Silence stretched while Rhys stared at Rowan. Finally, he bent closer and lowered his voice. “I won’t deny that Allie has issues that need to be dealt with, but we were talking about you, not her. Answer my question, sister. Why would the living magic suddenly think you’d react to the memory of your mate’s death?”
    She glanced over her shoulder and focused on Trevor. “Because it wasn’t Kai who starred in that particular memory.”
    “It was Trevor.”
    Naked. Strong. And deliciously sexy. “Yes.”
    “Why would you be thinking of him instead of the male you loved?”
    She didn’t have a clue but wasn’t about to admit that to her brother. She huffed and faced Rhys. “Please. Do we have to psychoanalyze my actions and thoughts now? Can’t it wait until…oh, I don’t know… never ?”
    Rhys stretched his right arm in front of him, palm side up. The jagged black line indicating the status of the curse he held stretched from between his middle and ring finger to his wrist. Once it started to lengthen, snaking up his arm, he’d know he was living on borrowed time. All the Huntsmen except Calan and Tegan had a similar mark. It only disappeared when they overcame their particular challenge.
    “Hold out your arm.”
    “I’m not the next pawn in the Triad’s game. I looked at the mark yesterday. It was fine.”
    Rhys didn’t move or ask her again. He watched her with that calculating look on his face. She matched his pose, palm up and fingers splayed.
    “Nice glove. Take it off.”
    She’d worn leather gloves—sometimes only on her left hand, sometimes on both—since the night Kai died. The sight of the single circle on her palm, her partial mate bond, chilled her, even after a millennium.
    She’d cut off the skin if she could. Actually, she had, many times. Unfortunately, being the daughter of Arawn, the Lord of the Underworld, meant she’d heal any wound, even the loss of her head. Immortality put a real damper on committing suicide. Covering up the reminder of Kai worked better for her peace of mind.
    She wiggled her fingers. White leather fingerless gloves covered her hand from her knuckles to