I could see the tension in Varity's face as she performed her necromancy.

And nothing happened.

A frown pulled at her lips, lining her already wrinkled face with surprise and frustration.

"He was young," Lula said softly. "Have you raised a baby before?"

Varity shook her head, deeply troubled as her power swirled around the skull. "I haven't," she said. "But he should have an echo."

"He was Sidhe," Mom said, bringing up the argument I feared the ...