Page 128 of Captive of Secrets and Storms

I swallow.

“I thought you said some descendants reached these shores. My voice sounds distant with the roar of my magic’s reaction pulsing through my head.

“They did, but none possessed light magic. It’s thought that their distance from Eranthia, coupled with their diluted bloodlines, diminished their powers. No Light Fae survived Marek’s massacre.”

My power flares hot once more.

And it finally hits me.

Light magic…

Light Fae.

Gods save me…

Magic flows to my abdomen, soothing the nausea threatening to claw up my throat.

Power trickles into my palms. I curl my hands before a spark manifests.

Is it possible? Am I⁠—

I cut off the thought and push away from the table.

The chair leg catches on the carpet. I throw myself forward before I topple back.

“Elara?” Anders stands quickly. “Is everything⁠—”

“Excuse me.” My legs shake. I lock my knees. “I need to… I need to go.”

His gaze sweeps over me, lingering on my trembling hands before climbing to my face. “Very well. I can escort you⁠—”

“No.” I bite my lip and close my eyes for a second. “I mean, no thank you. I will… I will see you at dinner tonight.”

He doesn’t immediately respond.

When he does, a crease forms between his brows, and his eyes narrow, “Very well. Have a good day, Lady Elara.”

I dip my head in a quick nod, snatch up the princess’s journal, and slip it into my satchel. I leave the lineage text on the table.

I quickly escape the library, but I can’t escape the heavy truths weighing on my shoulders with every step I take.

This shouldn’t be possible.

I’m wrong.

I have to be wrong.

Because if I’m not…it won’t matter if I cure Darius’s curse.

My steps falter.

Darius’s curse…

Gods.

Is this why I’ve been able to mend Darius? Is it because I’m…

I don’t finish the thought.