EMBER’S POV
And finally, it all hits me. The crushing weight of every truth Devika has spilt about my origins.
The crushing realisation that I was never of Northern descent.
I was Eastern.
I was of royal Eastern blood.
Ember of Caelora?
My heart races, dread eating up my insides.
Rhovan.
Lord Rhovan of Caelora.
My father is an Eastern Queen’s chosen mate, a man who dreamed of overthrowing his own wife, and his blood has been in me my whole life while no one ever told me.
The realisation hits me so hard I can barely breathe, bringing Sapphire’s glazed eyes and cryptic words from my trance back to the surface.
She had told me herself that when my own people find me, they’d kill me.
I finally understand.
My own people. The East.
If the Alpha Queen ever discovers the bastard daug
