Page 18 of The Winter Goddess

The Fifth Death

I slapped Danu so hard she fell. She sprawled across the floor, and I was running toward her, and I wanted to burn her, wanted to tear out her heart as she had torn mine when she’d taken my daughter from me, but she raised a hand and I became still, immobile as a stone.

“I was protecting you ,” she hissed, voice rising. “I was protecting you from the pain you would feel when Mór did not know you! You should thank me.” She drew back her hand, and I thought she was about to slap me, to flay the skin from my bones, but all she did was point her finger and send me back to the mortal world.

A world without my daughter in it.