It seemed an eternity before Sidonie felt like her sanity was returning. Her eyes focused on Greg even as she made the determination that he was real. That he was real and so very much alive.



At first she had to wonder if her mind was shattering even more to give her this illusion, this hallucination to continue her suffering. Moments passed where she found herself watching him and seeing him for who he truly was. Greg O’Malley, her Truth.



The softness of her laughter escaped her lips as one hand lifted from her lap to curl upon his arm as soon as he embraced her. He felt so real and warm and so alive that Spade felt maybe he truly had spelled her.



A shake of head as the laughter fled into the sanctuary of a sigh as she dropped her head to push into his chest. It would be so easy to give in to sleep and to submit to the exhaustion. The weariness that Sidonie felt had been a constant in her life ever since she believed she had lost them both.



“Oh Truth…if only you knew.”



Her lips twisted into a faint smile as she drew back from his embrace, cupping his face in her hands as she searched his eyes. His question seemed to resonate through her mind in a repetition of foreboding.



For a moment Sidonie remembered everything that had been before. Her life. Her siblings. The Misfit Toys. The men that had come and gone from her life. Spade reflected briefly on them before her memories stopped on two. A memory of the Unseelie male that had sought to have her as his consort. Then there was the memory of the one she had believed to be an angel. A true vision of love personified. Just the memory left her snorting with dismissal before her eyes narrowed into slits.



Maybe there were the ones to blame.



Perhaps they were not as they seemed and maybe they both had glamoured her. Would it not be like her very own kind to corrupt and twist minds, to break and ruin spirits?



Demons had after all been mistaken for angels once so very long ago, and her kind considered as gods. Why could this not be any different when it came to the broken state of her own mind?



Lost in thought she felt like she was drowning in her own mind before his voice seemed to bring her back to the surface of reality. The smile resting on her lips was bittersweet even as her eyes began to bleed back into the shade of the Gabrielle. They used to say that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… well they didn’t know did they…



A woman that had lost her daughter to Hell, well that… that… was an entirely different story.



She rose to stand with his assistance even as she felt her strength return. Would he think her truly mad if she answered him? Well only time would tell.



The time was now.



“You ask who I was speaking to? I… I was speaking with our daughter, Truth. I can hear her, and she… is in Hell.”