Agnes
One year later.
I stood in front of my mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. Two years. It had been two years since I met Elijah—not counting that foggy night we conceived Thea seven years before that, a night neither of us could fully remember thanks to whatever drugs had been slipped into our drinks.
Two years since I arrived at his estate, desperate and broken, needing nothing but money to help me search for the daughter I thought was dead. Two years since Elijah chose me in the Mate Trial. Two years since we kissed under the stars and my wolf stirred from her curse-induced slumber for a brief moment only to whisper that he was my mate.
Two years of finding out the truth about my daughter, discovering my elemental heritage, destroying an ancient
