Even if she wanted to go back into that palace and argue with her father, she felt something in her heart that told her not to. Staring at the ring around her finger, she walked slowly towards the car. There was one thing that didn't sit well with her—the fact that her powers were tied to a ring and weren't natural like the others. How did she even make it into the royal family? There was something fishy—she just couldn't pinpoint it.
With a deep exhale, her shoulders slouched as she paused in front of Moira's white Porsche. Her eyes glued on the tinted glass as though waiting for Moira to come out.
"I guess he gave you your powers back." Moira's voice came from behind.
It made her jump. She was quick to recover from the shock. "I thought you were in the car." She turned to look at Moir
