Page 120 of Hell Fae King
Odd.
I frowned.
Vita always depicted something, even to me. But now the parchment simply glowed with power residue, giving off red and gold sparks.
Hmm.Perhaps she was still recovering from the energy blast, which both made sense and also concerned me.Something to talk to Ty about when he returns.
But in the interim, I’d teach. Just like he’d requested.
“Vita used to belong to Typhos’s mother,” I began, a small smile twisting my lips. “It was her journal. That’s why I refer to her in the feminine form.”
“Oh,” Cami whispered, her playfulness gone. But a note of interest shone in her stormy eyes, prompting me to proceed.
“Long ago, Typhos asked me to retrieve the journal for him. He’d said it was important to her and filled with memories he never wanted to forget. And I think that’s why she eventually evolved into being his memory keeper, too. Only, his version of journaling was a little different from his mother’s.”
Cami smiled. “That’s actually very sweet.”
Humor touched my heart, making me want to chuckle. BecausesweetandTydidn’t usually go together.
But I supposed she wasn’t wrong.
Ty had wanted to honor his mother. And he had. In a very special way.
“What was his mother like?” Cami asked softly.
“I never met her,” I admitted. “But from the memories I’ve seen through Ty, I know that she was a good mother.”
“She died?” Cami asked, her brow crinkling. “Virtuous Fae… can die?”
“Not in the typical sense,” I told her. “It takes a very powerful event to remove a Virtuous Fae’s soul. And even then, their energy can’t truly be destroyed.”
I had no proof of that. Although, Typhos’s accident certainly provided a significant clue as to what happened in a Virtuous Fae’s version of the afterlife.
“My kind is often likened to angels for a reason,” I mused aloud, finishing both my reply to Cami and my train of thought.
“Do I want to know what happened to his mother?” she asked warily, her mind telling me I was being cryptic again.
But it wasn’t on purpose. I just… I didn’t have all the answers where Virtuous Fae deaths were concerned.
However, I did know the response to this particular query.
And it wasn’t one I wanted to voice.
Alas, Cami needed to know because the incident defined Ty’s existence. His very purpose in this realm. “Ty…” I trailed off ona swallow, then sighed before forcing the sentence to leave my lips. “Ty killed his mother.”
Cami’s eyebrows flew upward. “What?”
“By accident,” I added. “He was young and didn’t realize what he was doing.” My lips twisted. We’d deviated off topic a bit, which I should have realized would happen when bringing up Vita’s origin. “This is really Ty’s story to tell…”
But given the look in Cami’s eyes right now, it’d just become my responsibility to tell her about Ty’s past.
She’d only recently begun to trust him.
I couldn’t letthisbe the reason she backtracked. Especially when it wasn’t his fault.
“You remember how he said he used to be a siphon like you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, her face paling as her mind no doubt anticipated where I was heading. She’d nearly killed a dozen or so fae in the Netherworld Kingdom recently. She knew what her power could accomplish. “He… he lost control?”
