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start to bleed from various orifices, and if I didn’t break it off, I’d pass out.
    But apparently, I wasn’t the first DeathSpeaker. There’d been others before me—long dead now, but Taeral said there were some Fae still living who’d known the previous DeathSpeaker and might be able to help me figure all this out.
    Unfortunately, they were in Arcadia. We’d have to go there to find them. And he wanted to take Daoin over too, in the hopes his father would regain the memories that Milus Dei had tortured out of him over twenty-six years of captivity. Reun had been able to help a little—enough that Daoin managed to remember he had two sons, most of the time. Not that he’d known me before.
    The big problem was that Daoin had been banished. And for a banished Fae, returning to Arcadia was a death sentence.
    It wasn’t long before Taeral returned with Daoin. I’d gotten used to his appearance, but it was still a brief shock at first, every time. Daoin had forgotten that he had magic, so he didn’t wear a glamour—a basic spell most Fae generated constantly to give them a human appearance. He was always in his true form. Blue skin, pointed ears, long limbs, and extra joints in his fingers. Twin crescent scars curved down either side of his face, markings Taeral had mentioned he’d had as long as he could remember.
    The only thing not natural was his hair, which had gone white with shock shortly after we rescued him.
    Daoin smiled as he entered the room. “Is it time for the movie?” he said.
    “No, Father. Not yet.” Taeral winced a little. I’d only known Daoin the way he was now—mostly cheerful, perpetually confused, and prone to spells of half-remembered horrors that could shut him down for hours, or days. But to Taeral, he was a once-proud warrior who’d been reduced to an empty shell, and it hurt him to see his father like this. “We’ll watch the movie later tonight,” he said.
    “Yes. We’re going to see The Godfather, aren’t we?”
    “We are.”
    “Oh, good.” Daoin turned his attention to the table. “Hello, Gideon. Hello, Sadie,” he said. “I’ve remembered your names, haven’t I?”
    “Yep, you got it,” I said. “Right on the first try.”
    “If I say the names, I can remember. And you are…my son. Like Taeral.”
    “That’s right.”
    Sometimes I almost understood how Taeral felt, even though I’d never gotten the chance to know the real Daoin. Now was one of those times.
    “Father, we need to discuss something important,” Taeral said as he guided him toward the table. “Do you feel up to having a conversation that may be…somewhat difficult?”
    “Difficult?” Daoin gave a vague frown. “You mean because I forget things sometimes.”
    “Yes, because of that. But I’d like to talk about something that may help you remember.”
    Daoin glanced at him again, and then sat in one of the chairs. “Sure. I’d like to remember things,” he said. “The way I remember that you’re my son, and I’m your father. And my name is Daoin.”
    Taeral closed his eyes. “Aye,” he said hoarsely. “Your name is Daoin.”
    I assumed he wanted to talk about going to Arcadia. As he took a seat between Daoin and Sadie, I said, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
    “No. I am certain of nothing.” He raised a faint smile. “But I must try. And…I’d not wanted to have this conversation alone.”
    Okay, that was unexpected. Taeral never asked for help with anything. He wasn’t exactly asking for it now, either, but he was more or less implying that he needed moral support. Which definitely wasn’t like him.
    Running into someone from the past must’ve shaken him a lot harder than he’d let on.
    Taeral drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’d like to take you on a journey,” he said to Daoin. “To a place you’ve known before, a place you’ve forgotten. You and I, we come from this place. It was…home.”
    Daoin cocked his head slightly. “Is it a nice