I felt like doing two chapters for my three favorite stories today, this being one of them. You know the disclaimer.

Kierran's POV

"She'll be okay," I announced after working healing charms I didn't even know I knew.

The Wolf snorted and lashed his tail. "Of course she will. These things happen sometimes. One of the Nightshades would lose it and needed to be brought back here before they were destroyed under the weight of the emotions."

"I sent for Celeste to make sure she stays okay," I continued with a scowl at the Wolf, even though he just saved my sister. It was weird remembering someone else's life, especially because there was no afterlife for the Fair Folk. Somehow I managed to defy all that. I sighed. "Hopefully she wakes up soon."

Puck looked up for the first time since I joined them. "Can I see her?" I nodded slightly, taken aback by the raw emotions warring in his eyes.

"He's definitely not himself," the Wolf comments, gaze following Goodfellow. "I know he finally found someone to love who loves him back, but still. He changed completely."

I shrugged. "I like that he's not pulling pranks left and right. You're right, though," I added when the Wolf glared at me. "He needs to snap out of this."

"Only Harmony's voice can heal his near-broken heart," a new, familiar voice remarked. Celeste abruptly materialized beside me.

The Wolf's pelt bristled. "I'm going to scout around. If the Courts already looked here, they shouldn't think to come again, yet we can't risk it when she can't fight." He left, a growl trailing in his wake.

Celeste shook her head. "He's seen this before," she informed me. "He knows both outcomes for this kind of thing. It's sad, but she very well could die." Her eyes found the crest of our family. "Such a shame, too. She's the last of her line."

"No," I muttered, "she isn't." I looked away when the prophetess turned a curious gaze on me. This was one thing she was wrong about. I wanted Harmony here when her old partner found out what else we'd discovered.

She won't die. There's no way she can. It's just that she needs to know she's safe before she can come back. A shudder passed through my body, and I collapsed on one of the sofas. I was exhausted; sleeping hadn't been kind to me over the past weeks. Everything was finally taking its toll.

"Get some rest, child." Celeste rested a gentle hand on my shoulder, urging me to my feet. "I'll wake you if there's any change."

Nodding wearily, I headed to what used to be Covah's room – mine, in a sense.

Celeste's POV

"Robin Goodfellow," I greeted, walking into Harmony's room. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes narrowed. "Long time no see."

"Not long enough," he grumbled, still glaring at me. His protectiveness toward Harmony very nearly rivaled his old defense for Meghan. "Kierran called you here, right?"

I moved to the other side of the bed, knowing I stood no chance of getting him out of here. "Harmony needs me. I am here." I began to work, reinforcing the spell the prince had woven. Get better while you sleep, old friend, I thought. Then you can wake and be with those you love – without fearing their demise. I knew that, on top of her ancestors coming down so hard on her, she had collapsed under the weight of her own fear: losing Kierran and Puck. It would have been unfair if she lost them so soon after she gained so much.

However, she wouldn't. Her new "family," if she could call it that, was not about to go anywhere. On the other hand, she could die at the hands of the Courts, but I had the distinct feeling Puck and Kierran and even the Wolf would keep her from that fate.

A double-edged sword, I mused. One wrong swipe will ruin it all.

Nothing was set in stone, but the greater outcome looked as if it was going to be that she would return to her old self, before Covah and the other Nightshades died. She could restore her family's legacy to its former glory and help keep the peace between the Courts.

But first she had to recover herself.