Elves had keen night vision like werewolves and vampires, allowing her to navigate the narrow passage easily. She spotted the glow of a fire ahead and followed the light. Trepidation coiled in her stomach. She had no idea what Melbourne planned, but understanding the fate she had been spared made everything seem so much less threatening.
If she had to admit the truth, a few of those who made a bid for her hand were men whose reputations were not above reproach. They might hide their deeds well, but rumors still spread. They were nothing compared to Eagene’s first husband, but neither were they good men. Those who treated their people callously or cruelly might have little mercy for their own families and even less concern for the daughter of a once-hated enemy. A small, niggling voice in
