war among the Earth plane’s supernatural creatures by killing my husband. As he couldn’t do it without Daniel’s own consent, because that went against our contracts, he threatened our human child who wasn’t covered by them.
Like I said, I worry a lot about Lee.
“I could make it happen if I wanted to,” my father replied with his trademark stubbornness.
But I had an argument for him. “We don’t know what plane she’s on. Haweigh and the faeries took her to one of the outer Faery planes. We have no idea which one. From what I understand, they’re kind of endless.”
I’d certainly told my father the story of Haweigh. She was the faery priestess who’d been moving a transference box across the plane when I might or might not have stolen it. Then Daniel and I might or…okay, we totally primed it and then a baby came out. Haweigh had taken that baby—our Summer—with her when she’d left the Earth plane.
“I’ll start with Tír na nÓg. My research has found that it’s far easier to move around in the outer planes than it is here.”
From what we’d learned, the Earth plane, Hell, and Heaven planes were considered the inner planes, and they were the most difficult to get to. Over the years I’d consulted with everyone from Marcus to some angels I knew, to a few of the more friendly demons. They agreed that all creatures flowed from either Heaven or Hell, with Earth as the in-between. From the Earth plane others had been created. I’d heard reports that there were some planes where the citizens had open doors and welcomed commerce and trade with neighboring planes and others who zealously guarded their doors. Some had advanced far past the Earth plane, while others were barbaric and war torn. But I’d gotten that intel from a demon, and sometimes they lie. “Dad, give me a little time. Gray’s prophecy says she’s coming, so maybe we won’t need to do anything but get another bedroom ready.”
“And come up with a way to protect our girl because if she’s pure magic, that wizard will want her. He’ll want to use her.”
I sighed in relief. “I never told you how I felt about Myrddin because I thought you would side with Dev and Danny. They think I’m paranoid.”
He shook his head, his ever-intelligent eyes on me. “They’re starstruck and not thinking straight. The man’s last name is Satanspawn. I don’t trust him any farther than I could throw his demonic arse. I didn’t say anything because he seemed to want to stay away. Now we have a prophecy that might bring my magical grandbaby back to us and he shows up. No. He’s not touching my girls. I’ll fight him and anyone else who comes after me family, and I won’t fight fair.”
That was my father in a nutshell. He was in his late sixties and he was ready to go to war for me. I reached out and squeezed his hand. “I won’t either, Dad. That’s why I’m going to get that damn grimoire and find out what he’s been doing.”
“He’ll come after that book. He’ll have a way to track it. It’s got all his secrets.” My father’s lips ticked up. “Ah, you’re going to use the bag of holding. Excellent choice. Did you tell your husbands about that gift of mine?”
I shook my head. “No. I did exactly what you told me to do. It’s in a chest in my closet. I put objects in it from time to time.”
He nodded sagely. “To keep it primed.”
I’d followed his instructions to a T. Sometimes I’d put in innocuous things like a shirt I no longer wore or receipts that might have made Danny’s brain bleed. Other times I tossed in Danny’s old ratty T-shirts he refused to get rid of and that no man who wore a crown should wear. I did not feel bad about that at all.
“Excellent. You know you’ll have to read it either in the bag or with that invisibility cloak around you.”
“I can fit in the bag?”
It was a nice-sized bag, but certainly not human sized.
“It’s called a bag of holding for a reason,” Dad explained. “As far as I know there are only four on the Earth plane. They were fashioned by angels to aid in fighting demons back when the great wars were held before humans even came into existence. The fact that it’s magic is the purest white is why Myrddin won’t be able to