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“I really don’t know what it means, but I’ve never seen anything like it—and neither have the lab techs. No one has ever seen an anomaly like this in a DNA test before.”

I sat forward, my eyes slits.

“You need to back up,” I said slowly. “What kind of anomaly? Like she’s a half witch, or she’s sick?”

Endora shook her head again. “That’s just it. There’s no specification. It doesn’t screen for any sickness that we know about, but it can’t be ruled out, either. It just reads as an anomaly, with no explanation. She’s just… off.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes, but the words struck deeper than I wanted her to see.

“That’s complete bullshit. Those results tell me nothing at all. Come back to me when you have some real information.”

I stood and gestured for Endora to do the same. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do today.”

“We should probably run another test.”

“NO!” I barked before I could stop myself.

Endora’s black eyes were barely visible through her thick clump of lashes.

“Why not?” she asked slowly.

My mind raced, and I swallowed quickly. “You just said that she’s provided enough blood. Run the test with the other samples you’ve received. You’re not sticking her with any more needles. Miri has been through enough.”

I winced as I heard the nickname leave my lips. Anyone else might have missed it, but Endora was the enchantress for good reason.

Slowly, she also rose, but suspicion twisted over her face as she looked at me closely. “Where were you last night, Zen?”

I dropped my hardened mask over my face.

“Last time I checked, Endora, you were my adviser, not my keeper.”

“Exactly that,” she agreed. “Until you know everything about this fae, you can’t get involved. You do understand that, don’t you?”

I bristled at her unsolicited advice, but smiled coldly. “I was at Harbinger’s last night,” I lied. “I’m surprised I didn’t see you there.”

She rolled her eyes as I showed her to the door, but she disappeared with magic before I could close it, leaving me with a slight knot in my gut.

Anomaly. What the hell did that mean? How is Mirielle just bringing more questions than answers?

Endora was putting doubts in my head again, doubts that I had already cast aside on my own, under Mirielle’s touch. I no longer believed that she had cast a spell on me. The feelings I had for her were as real as the ones she shared with me.

I needed to put an end to all of this searching. The past was the past, after all. It was only going to upset matters if I kept asking Endora to look deeper into where Mirielle came from.

But the Order of Souls obviously wanted something from Mirielle, and that was reason enough to keep searching. They were likely the ones responsible for leaving her half-dead in the caves, but why?

Their objective had always been clear over the years—to take on the monarchy and bring them down. They used their dark magic to eliminate the hierarchy within the continent. Mirielle, for all her charms, didn’t boast the lineage that Agnan usually sought. If she had, it would have shown in her bloodwork.

What did they want with her?

I had to keep my kingdom safe, and now Mirielle was a part of that kingdom.

I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I wouldn’t.

Chapter13

Mirielle

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