Everything I had ever been told about myself rearranged itself in the span of ten seconds.
Packless. Nobody. Insignificant. The Beta’s daughter who loved too easily and waited too long and wasn’t worth fighting for.
Two hundred years of a council’s decision.
“There’s more,” Dorian said.
I looked at him.
“Your father knew.”
The words arrived like something had struck me physically.
“Not everything,” he continued. “But enough. There’s a letter in the Southern Archives. Lance Rosewood knew his bloodline carried something the council had suppressed. He chose not to pursue it.”
A pause that had genuine weight in it.
“The letter suggests he was protecting you. Keeping you invisible so the council would never have cause to look at you directly.”
My father.
My father who had died w
