Chapter 18: The Father Who Never Left
Elena had spent eighteen years mourning a dead father.
Now a stranger was telling her he had been living under the same roof as the man she was beginning to love.
“Say that again,” Elena demanded.
Mara's fingers tightened around her wrist. “Your father is alive. He's been inside this palace for eighteen years.”
Zevarion stepped between them. “That's impossible.”
Mara recoiled at the force in his voice, but she didn't retreat.
“Is it? Then why are the servants forbidden from entering the west wing? Why does food disappear from the kitchens every night? Why did Lord Vaelor order me to keep silent when I saw a man with silver eyes walking through the old passages?”
Elena's breath caught.
Silver eyes.
She remembered the man who had emerged from t
