Brenawyn is tortured by fragmented memories; she cannot trust her own mind. With the last of the bindings unreachable and the Coven closing in, what choice does Alex have but to take her to Tir-Na-Nog to have the false remnants ripped from her? He regrets having to do it, regrets taking the choice from her when he is intentionally withholding information; but he is duty bound to set her on a path of no return. Brenawyn must say goodbye to her family forever to traverse time. She is the only one who can fulfill the ancient prophecy.
Alex is little more than a monster, and he has condemned Brenawyn to the same fate by making her as much a slave to the gods as he is. Despising his own imprisonment, he swore he would never take anyone’s freedom. He offers to take her pain, a small consolation to clamping on the fetters, because he feels that easing her a moment’s pain is worth spending eternity in agony.
Brenawyn knows loss. Her mother, father, and even her late husband—the bastard, she cannot let another person die. So when she awakes to find the lifeless form of Alex floating face down, she promises herself to the gods in exchange for his life. Woefully outmatched in the art of rhetoric, her plea binds her to Alex’s fate.
Will the depth of Alex’s sacrifice be enough to offset his own hypocrisy? Will the echo of his pledge be enough to convince him that he does not have to shoulder all responsibility?