Marian grabbed Liv’s hand, refusing to let her go any farther.
The Council regarded her solemnly. “The Incubus and the Succubus are of no concern to us.”
“They’re standing in for my family,” Liv said. “I have no one else except Professor Ashcroft.”
“You are brave, child.”
Liv didn’t move or let go of Marian’s hand. “Thank you.”
“And foolish.”
“So I’ve been told. Quite often, actually.” Liv looked at them as if she wasn’t the least bit afraid, which I knew was impossible. But her voice didn’t waver. Like she was relieved this moment was finally happening, and she could stop dreading it.
The Council wasn’t finished with her. “You held a sacred trust and chose to break it.”
“I chose to help a friend. I chose to save a life. I’d do it again,” Liv answered.
“Those were not your decisions to make.”
“I accept the consequences of my actions. Like I said, I’d do it all again if I had to. That’s what you do for the people you love.”
“Love is not our concern,” the voices answered as one.
“ ‘All you need is love.’ ” Liv was quoting the Beatles to the Council of the Far Keep. If she was going down, she was going down in style.
“You understand what it is you say?”
Liv nodded. “Yes.”
The Council members looked around the room, their eyes moving from Liv and Marian to Macon and Leah.
Lightning cracked, and the room filled with heat and energy. The Caster Chronicles radiated light.
The tall man spoke to the other two, his voice deeper without theirs blending into it. “We will take what has been spoken to the Far Keep. There is a price to be paid. It shall be paid.”
Macon bowed. “Have a safe journey. Be sure to visit us if you’re ever passing through our fair town again. I do hope you can stay longer next time and try some of our famous buttermilk pie.”
The woman with the milky white eyes removed her glasses and stared in Macon’s direction. But it was impossible to tell what she was really looking at, because her eyes didn’t move at all.
The lightning cracked again, and they were gone.
Thunder rumbled while the book lingered on the table for another second. Then it disappeared, following the dark figures into the light.
“Bloody hell!” Liv collapsed into Marian’s arms.
I stood frozen in place.
Hell didn’t begin to cover it.
Once Macon was satisfied that the Keepers were gone, he moved toward the door. “Marian, I hate to leave you, but there are a few things I want to look into. Or rather, look up.”
Liv recognized her cue and started to follow him.
But Macon wasn’t looking at Liv. “Lena, I’d like you to come with me if you don’t mind.”
“What?” Lena looked confused.
But not as confused as Liv, who was already gathering her notebook. “I can help. I know where all the books are—”