HER FATED MATE? THE air grew still as if Faery itself was holding its breath, waiting.
“The one who calls Skye her goddaughter,” Ryder rumbled, his fingers nudging Aiti’s chin in the proper direction. “Who listened in every time we used the locket. You haven’t forgotten. And now your daughter’s in danger.”
“Skye is?” My mother’s voice was low, but I barely heard her. I was busy rewriting the past, trying to understand what Ryder had said.
The Queen was Aiti’s fated mate? It seemed impossible...and at the same time made perfect sense.
The ploy to keep me here in Faery when I was a pup. The way my mother was allowed to cross back and forth between the realms even though she never tried to curry favor with her monarch. The way the divination charm that opened Ryder’s locket did so with th
