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The enduring sense of euphoria that had encompassed me overnight began to dwindle under the enchantress’ revelation.
I didn’t need this right now.
“I assume you’re talking about Mirielle,” I sighed, offering her a sidelong look.
Opening the door to my chambers, I moved directly into my bedroom, bypassing the sitting area, but Endora materialized in front of me, stopping me from moving. I grimaced.
“Yes, although I think we both know that’s not her name, don’t we?” she challenged.
“Do we?” I mused. “We don’t know anything one way or another. Unless you have news for me?”
“That’s entirely the problem!” Endora told me, holding up her hands as I again tried to pass her. “Nothing about her adds up, Zen. Nothing at all.”
I didn’t want to rehash this old hat again. “You’ve been looking for me all night to tell me that?” I grunted. “You could have saved yourself the trouble. Or—imagine it, Endora—texted!”
“I didn’t come here to tell you that,” she retorted, folding her arms over her chest defiantly to glare those damn onyx eyes at me. “I came here to tell you that her DNA test came back.”
Now she had my attention. I stopped fully and looked at her, anger tinging my face.
“You did a DNA test on her?” I hissed.
“Yes, of course.” She stared at me like I was an idiot.
“Who authorized you to do that?!”
“You did. You said to find out whatever I could about this Mirielle, and to me, that includes using all the scientific and magical tools at our disposal.”
I ground my teeth, seething that I hadn’t been informed earlier about the test. But now I was wary to know what the results had yielded. It felt as though we were invading Mirielle’s privacy.
“Does Mirielle know you did a DNA test on her?” I demanded.
“Of course. She’s offered her blood on more than one occasion, in fact.”
Exhaling, I pivoted back toward the sitting room.
“Where are you going now?” the enchantress demanded. “I’m talking to you!”
“Why do I feel like we should be sitting down for this?” I asked with a sigh, leading her back toward the front chamber.
Endora grunted. “Sitting, standing, it’s all the same shit, Zen.”
But despite her proclamation, she flopped onto the suede chaise and tucked her bare feet underneath her, making me cringe. “Endora, your feet—” I moaned.
“Do you want to know what I found or not?” she barked.
I swallowed the rest of my irritation and joined her, plopping onto a regal-backed winged chair as I waited for her to get on with it.
“Well?” I grumbled. “Stop drawing it out for effect.”
“There’s an anomaly in the test,” she explained, a hint of glee in her words.
“And what the hell does that mean?” I asked pleasantly.
“I don’t know!” Endora shrugged, raising her hands palms up to show me she wasn’t kidding. “I have no idea, and neither does anyone else!”
“Endora…”
She shook her head vigorously, excitement and nervousness quivering in her body.
