I stood with Mr Lunan and the others in that same chamber, with Peter missing and the others staring into space, transfixed, as if in a trance. Jock was beside me, pressing the edge of his rowan cross against my forehead.
“You’re back!” Jock sounded tense.
I started, relieved to be free of the awful pain. Jock removed his cross from my temple. “I lost you there,” he said.
“What happened?”
“The Sidh get inside your head,” Jock reminded me. “They read our thoughts and use them to control us. What did they promise you?”
I remembered the tables of food, perfect for a woman who had been hungry most of her life, and the luxurious bed. When I was young, I had dreamed of a bedroom like that and had dreamed of being a queen. My dream-bedroom had been exact in every detail, down to the rose-pet
