I sat back down. I dropped my head to my hands. I am so sorry you were ever dragged into such madness, Ewan. The only hope there was for Ewan was the subterfuge. If my thoughts were correct, that Georgia had orchestrated some elaborate plot of late to make me think false was true, then the threat of his demise could simply be another machination to make me return to her hold. But how could I know for sure? Only Ewan’s words would be reliable now, not hers, nor my thoughts.
I will look for you. I shall attempt your rescue. But my capture was secure. My only way out was Georgia, who had possibly been drugging me to bring on the spells—a notion that came to light an instant before I expressed it to myself. I may even have remembered a jab with a needle. If Judah was gone, if he left a son, i
