"What happens if the keys are destroyed?"
He didn't answer straightaway, and I had a sudden inkling that this was the crux. That he didn't know what would happen.
"The Dušan's book will tell you what form the keys are now in and where I sent each of the Razan," he said, eventually. "You will know when you are near them. You—and you alone—will feel it."
"I tried reading the book. It was gibberish."
"That is because you were not reading it as you should."
Which made a whole lot of sense. Not. "Never mind finding them. How about telling me what will happen if I destroy them? And how the hell am I supposed to do that anyway?"
Again he didn't answer, and frustration skidded through me. Why couldn't someone just be fucking honest for a change?
Then the sense of him changed. The warmth fled, becoming a hostile iciness that scorched my skin and made my soul quiver.
"I told you to come alone," he said, the words low and vibrating with fury.
I frowned, my nose twitching, searching for any hint that someone was approaching. The air remained free and there was little in the way of sound other than the wind and the loose roofing. "I did come alone. Why?"
Again he was silent, then, "It is them. Run. Now."
And with that, he disappeared.
For a heartbeat I was too shocked to react, then I shifted my butt into gear and ran for the kitchen door. Only to slide to a halt as the warm rush of another presence hit me.
I'd expected more half-Aedh. What was coming at me was full Aedh.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!