Chapter 70
The walk back to the guesthouse was quiet, the heavy tension from the foyer still clinging to the air. While the mystery of the corrupted Alphas was gnawing at the back of her mind, a more personal realization had begun to take hold during breakfast, growing louder and more persistent with every step they took.
Last night, in the heat of their reunion, she had blurted out the truth—that she wasn't Fae.
She had expected a shockwave. She had expected questions, confusion, or perhaps even a moment of betrayal. Instead, Warlord hadn't even blinked. He had responded with a calm, steady acceptance, as if she were stating that the sky was blue. At the time, she had been too overwhelmed by his presence to process it, but in the cold light of day, his lack of surprise was jarring.
To
