I frown when I attempt to lift my wrist out from under the blanket. I can't help but gasp when I see three black and purple fingerprints documented in...plain view on my skin. "Damn you," I groan, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, my teeth biting into my bottom lip to prevent me from howling in pain. I use my good hand to balance myself on one foot as I hop silently to the bathroom, not wanting the guys to know I'm awake. Once I'm in the bathroom I kick press my back against the door to. “Mommy’s crying? What’s wrong?”“I don’t know.”“Did you do something?” I asked.“I don’t know,” he repeated.“Did I do something?”“I don’t know.”I just nodded down at him. “Okay, I’ll go talk to Mommy. I’m sure we did something.” He headed back to the living room, and I followed him. I dropped my briefcase in the living room, and then went down the hall to our bedroom.As Charlie reported, Marilyn was sitting on the bed in her fluffy bathrobe, crying and looking very sad. I loosened my tie and sat. It was vividly colored, and full of strong feelings. And Lisa was in it, and Paul as well, and it hurt to lose them again as the dream faded. Moira and Kate had been there too, and a bunch of other people making irrational cameos that only muddied the picture. But there was something in that dream that I needed to remember to hold onto. Saralinda had been telling me something, something important about Moira and Lisa being the same. Only that isn't quite what she'd been saying, but close. And,. ” I admitted. “Why did you not tell Master of me?”“For this exact reason.” I gestured to her, “I knew there was a risk, but I didn’t think you’d tell your daughters the truth.” “I would do anything for my children; you miscalculated.”“I’ve been doing that a lot lately.” I muttered, “But now the path is clear. No more diversions. Where is Yavara?” “Your queen has taken my daughters to Castle Thorum.” Arbor said. She pushed her hand into the soil, and closed her eyes. A single tear rolled down.