I didn't sleep.
Luciano's words were in my head after he left the room.
You carry royal blood.
Royal blood. It sounded ridiculous every time I thought of it. And I have tried to make sense of it.
My entire life was built on a different truth. But I didn't know whether to believe him or call it one of his plans.
I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. The fire had burned low.
Sleep finally came to me sometimes before dawn.
And when it did, I brought him with it.
I stood in the center of a courtyard filled with wolves. The clothes I was wearing were torn. Chains piercing my hands together.
And there he was. Dane.
He stood before me looking with disgust.
The way he always did.
“Look at her,” he said loudly. His voice was heard by all the gathered wolves.
Laughter followed. Som
