"She was trying to kill you."
"Me?"
The word came out of me thin and strange. "Kael, I was nineteen. I had never even heard her name."
"I know." His voice was shaking. He held the note out to me, and I took it. The handwriting was small and cramped, Maren's.
Isolde did not flee. She was banished. The Moon Stone named your true mates the night before the ceremony. Kael, Dorian, Ronan, all three. The name it gave was Wren Ashford. Isolde saw it. She hired rogues to kill the girl before the ceremony could be undone. Kael found the gold and the map in her room. He banished her himself. Then she sang, and all of you forgot.
I read it twice. Then I folded it very carefully, because my hands would not stop shaking.
"She was never your fated mate," I whispered.
"No." Kael's eyes were wet. "
