Lucy’s POV
Not that I owed anyone an explanation, but I still felt I should tell Kenneth the truth. He sat down on my bed, eyes fixed on me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. I remained standing for a while, unable to settle, though strangely I didn’t feel intimidated by his glare. When our eyes locked, he broke the silence.
“Why did you feel the need to keep the truth from me, Lucy? I was there when the Prophet in my kingdom said you weren’t human.”
His tone wasn’t angry—more wounded than furious—and that somehow made it worse. I could have thrown back a sarcastic remark, asking what made him think he had the right to know everything about me. But I didn’t want to waste precious time arguing. Lance had already made it clear—we needed to pack and leave before dawn. King Pontionne
