Iraced down the corridors back to my chambers—back to the book. Without hesitation, I pressed it open.
“Who is my real father?” I whispered to it.
You already know.
“The letter doesn’t tell me who he is.”
Someday you will know his name.
But it must wait for another day.
You’re running out of time.
“Why am I running out of time?” I seethed through gritted teeth.
The marriage pact will bind you.
“What can I do to be free?”
You must cross over into Lythira. Now.
Do not delay any longer.
“Why should I believe you? How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
This book is a gift from your parents.
It is meant to protect you.
Milana recognized the book. She instructed me on how tocommunicate with it. The book knew the king wasn’t my father. It knew about the letter.
You are dealing with something far greater than yourself.
Your future lies with the fae.
“Why?”
It is your destiny.
“My destiny is to be human in a fae world?”
Half-human.
Half-fae.
You belong to both realms.
The tears flowed freely. My mother told me the stories of the fae. She wanted me to know.
If King Ardyn knew I wasn’t his daughter, then he knew I was fae. What would Thalen do if he found out? I shuddered at the thought.
“How will I know the way?”
Ride through the woods to the lavender.
The divide resides there.
I pressed the pages closed and slid the book back into the drawer.
