Violet
Child of my blood?
The words sent a shiver through me. I blinked, unsure of what to do—but curiosity got the best of me. I stepped away from Kylan, slowly making my way to the Soothsayer and sank into the chair across from him.
Still smirking, the soothsayer leaned forward, and tilted his head, studying me.
“Eyes of snow, strength of fire,” he said. Then he began mumbling in a strange tongue, words I didn’t understand. It sounded like an old, ancient language. One I hadn’t heard before, and I was quite familiar with a few.
My breath hitched, and my palms got sweaty as I stared at the old man, on the verge of asking him what he was saying—but something held me back. Fear.
How old must this soothsayer have been?
A hundred years, or maybe even older?
Perhaps even a thousand yea
