Iahanna chased him away, and M.J. appreciated it. She was so tired. Since coming to the demon world, she’d either been tired, hungry, wet, hurting or terrified. Or any combination thereof. Now she was confused, as well. “You sleep. When you wake is time enough to decide on the future. It gets here no matter what we do to delay it.”
“Sometimes, Iah, I’m convinced you’re an old woman.”
“Hardly. Thirty-eight, last birthday.”
“You Dardaptoans are so weird. Not sure I’ll ever figure any of this out.”
“I’m still trying. Sleep. I won’t let him cause you any trouble. At least not until you are ready.”
M.J. thought that sounded like good advice. This time when sleep threatened to take her, she let it.
When she woke Iahanna’s cousin Cayri was there next to her, Iahanna was at the foot of the bed, and there was a redhead with corkscrew curls and green eyes peering down at her.
“Who are you?”
“Who are you?”
Damn. They even sounded alike, didn’t they?
The other woman looked down at her from green eyes identical to the ones M.J. used to see in the mirror. When she had a mirror. Caves didn’t run to such luxuries as mirrors.
“Miranda. Used to be Taniss. Now I guess it’s Adrastos.”
Miranda. “Wow. You look pretty good for a kid who died twenty-four years ago, little sister.”
The green eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“Guess what? I’m your big sister, and I thought you were dead.”
“Really? So you know about Teagan, too, then?”
“Teagan. Three years older than I am. Supposed to have died as a baby. But you never could trust what dear old Dad said. Mom, though…she thought you were dead. And Teagan. And Reagan and Thea and Rhea. We’re not all that unique, you know? He kept her caged for more than fifteen years, just making babies for his little games.”
“So how do you know all of this?”
“Because he let her keep me. Until he wanted me for his stupid games and Mama told me to run. I ran.”
Miranda wrapped her fingers around M.J.’s. “I didn’t know how it happened, but I grew up in foster care. I’m sorry for what he did to you. To her. Teagan…Teagan lives in the werewolf world with her be-winged boy-toy and their children.”
“Because I was thirteen when I finally got away. Before he could kill me or give me away like he had the rest of you.” Thirteen when her mother had told her he’d figured their secret out, had found them again. And when her mother had sacrificed herself so that M.J. could live.
Her sister stared down at her.
M.J. started to shake once it sank in that she wasn’t alone in the demon world anymore. Still, she didn’t have a clue what to do with this woman next to her. Or if she even wanted to do anything with her, honestly. She’d seen the woman a time or two–they’d inhabited the same general territory, and the girl had always been hunting rocks or something crazy along the river. They’d never spoken before.
She’d been afraid to even consider it. If she had, would it have made much of a difference?
But what was she supposed to do now?
She was no longer human. And she didn’t have a clue what that meant.
Or what was about to happen.