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Calix wraps his arms around me, and I realize I’m trembling.

“But herbaby?”

The burns on Faolan’s face flood my mind.

Calix is telling the truth—or more so, Faolan was.

Or was he?

“What if he was lying?” I ask weakly, but I know he wasn’t. The way my mother had looked at me in my vision when she’d told me Calix knew something…

Nausea rolls in my stomach.

“She tried to kill him? Why would she…” My words fail to materialize, and I slump into Calix’s arms as he kisses my head and holds me close. The thought of anyone hurting my child makes me venomous—murderous.

“I’ve considered this,” Calix comments with a frown. “I’ve spoken to my mother, Lexie, and Cox.”

“About this?!” I gasp, hating that he has talked to anyone else before me. “Calix!”

I slap his chest, and he winces, but we both know it didn’t hurt him.

“I had to because I wanted answers for you.” Calix grips my wrist before I can slap him again, his eyes pleading.

“Did you get any?” I murmur, a lump forming in my throat as tears slide down my cheeks.

My mother, a murderer.

Calix strokes my cheek, his eyes sad.

“My mother had some.”

I sit up and wipe my tears away roughly.

“Why don’t we go see her so she can tell you herself?” Calix suggests, pulling me close. “Only if you want to.”

I don’t want to move from his arms, but I love Luna Willow. Even though she isn’t Luna anymore, I can’t help but call her that. She doesn’t mind but still insists ‘Willow’ is good enough.

If Luna Willow has a theory… I want to hear it.

“Okay,” I agree, exhaling shakily. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Fifty-One

CALIX

Mom has been expecting us, judging from the cake in the center of the table. She doesn’t waste any time in getting Blair a slice, still glaring at me like I’m the devil for sending Azra away.

But I don’t have time for that.

“Mom, can you tell Blair what you said about her mother burning?—”

Blair winces, and my mother shoots me another look.

“You know what I mean,” I snap, dragging a chair out. “Please.”

Mom looks back at Blair and strokes her head, then wrinkles her nose.

Uh-oh.