Chapter 103: Betrayal

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The rectory rose above the University of Mirage, perched atop a hill adjacent to the magnificent Temple of the Moon Goddess, which signified the place as not only a religious sanctuary, but the true capital of both Valoria and the Church.

Mom was keeping in step with me as we followed Troy up the paved pathway leading up the hill. She sighed deeply, picking at a loose thread on her blue chunky-knit sweater.

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She was upset about something. I believed wholehearted ly it had to do with the fact we were all sitting ducks while Ta sia hid somewhere nearby, waiting to strike.

“Did you know the White Queens split with the Church of the Moon Goddess?” I asked as we continued what felt like a

slow, endless climb towards the rectory.

“Yes, I did. That ended with my reign, however. We estab lished new ties with the Church shortly after you were born.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mom laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart, I did. It was taught in school. You just never listened.”

I frowned, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “I did listen-”

“Not often enough,” she teased, giving me a knowing

smile.

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I had a feeling karma for being a total pain in my parents’ ass was going to catch up to me as the years went by. I could already see the gleam of mischief in the eyes of Oli and Will. Charlie was our angel, at least for now.

“Troy, why didn’t Dad want to come with us today?” I asked as we neared the rectory.

Troy turned to us, meaning to part with us and go to the rectory himself while we met with the High Priestess of the Church.

“He and Rowan are putting a force together to find Hay den and Carl. I’m meeting up with them later and then—” he paused, looking from me to Mom. “I’m going to be going with your dad to locate them-and Ta’sia.”

“What?” I roared, which startled several people minding their own business as they sat on the benches along the path

way.

“We can talk about it later, Maeve,he said with force, and

in front of Mom, too.

I felt heat prickle across my cheeks, running my tongue along my lower lip as I thought of a retort, but Mom took my hand and began to lead me away toward the temple.

“We’re already late, honey-”

“You’ re not going AN,chapter_version=chapter_version +1 WHERE until we have a chance to talk about this, Troy!” I said over my shoulder, giving him my best “mom look” that I had been practicing in the mirror the past few days.

Troy was oblivious to it and seemed heavily distracted. He

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had barely said a word to me about the stranger who had come to the gala. He had barely explained what he had found in the journal last night, too. Both he and Dad were being ex ceedingly secretive.

He turned toward the rectory without saying a word, and I turned my head back to the temple, vexed beyond a responsi ble doubt.

“I’m willing to assume the Priestess will need to speak to me more than she needs to speak with you, honey. You can join him after we show both of our faces, at least.”

“Hopefully, there’s a darkened corner where I can ring his

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being too

neck-”

Dad being distant and se cretive,

words to be as harsh as they sounded. I could tell they had hurt

“I’m sorry, Mama.”

I understand

married to a man who-who does things, alone?

I hope you will trust Troy’s judgment here. We may be White Queens, but they

times.”

the

grace, but her words were often harsh and sharpened to such an edge I felt as though

and me was obvious. Maybe those ties Mom was talking about hadn’t been met

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wholly unnecessary, especially as she explained certain rites and ceremonies we were already familiar with. Mom seemed to grow in annoyance as I glanced at her, her arms

I said, done with

seemed unbothered by my question, and answered casually, “You’re pagans,

said shortly. “We have the same rites, the same texts. I believe your attitude has more to do with the fact the White Queens are

Witches, if I

my mom. I didn’t even know how

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Mom didn’t lash out. She stood calmly, peering at Grace with

as I appreciate your gracious tour, I am more interested in what you want to know about the moonstone. Such a pagan thing, I would say, for you to even

off by Grace,

fists.

She was taller than Mom but not taller than me, and I had to look down at her slightly as she spoke. She looked all business in her white and

belongs to the Church. I need it returned

finger on the moon dial.

She seemed to glow in the light coming through the glass ceiling of the cathedral, her eyes glistening with

moonstones as singular, which matched Grace’s response. She had

as I

have it,

her tone

hoping the flush prickling across my cheeks didn’t give anything away. I couldn’t lie to save my

“Then where is it?”

so important to the Church

her tongue along her lower lip, looking thor

all the relics related to the Moon Goddess, regardless of whose possession

you aided Damian

stared blankly at Grace, tilting her head to the

don’t know what

map? You said it yourself. The Church

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then began to

moon dial. Mom followed.

working with? Is

Mom said Tasia’ s name. She

speak her name

Is this where you’re hiding

Queen Maeve. You must

not the Moon Goddess. She is a misled girl with a vendetta about something that hap pened thousands of years ago. She is a girl with powers she doesn’t understand and powers she refuses to use for good. Had the Church not tempted Damian with the map, had they not given it to Romero for safe

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down, and Mom had been in on her grand scheme the entire time. Grace was the High Priestess.

is she?” Mom bit out, anger bringing color to

her as she turned into a darkened hallway, leaving us alone in

my

throwing things until they stuck, so to speak. I found it odd that Damian’s forces left the Tem ple untouched during their invasion, while they wrecked prac tically everything else. It was especially odd that she told you she knew about the moonstone, and that we had

you hit the nail on the

entrance now. I followed, looking over my shoulder at the corridor where Grace had

did you know she’s harboring Tasia?” I asked as we stepped outside, the bitter chill of the air biting against my cheeks as we walked across the

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