As I settled myself, Adaira began to murmur beneath her breath. It was a rhyme of some kind, though it took me a moment to discern the words.
“When the seventh son of Inverfyre,
“When the seventh son of Inverfyre,Saves his legacy from intrigue and mire,
Saves his legacy from intrigue and mire,Only then shall glorious Inverfyre,
Only then shall glorious Inverfyre,Reflect in full its first laird’s desire.”
Reflect in full its first laird’s desire.”It was clearly a prophecy. “Gilchrist was the seventh son of Inverfyre?”
“No. He was the sixth.”
I settled my elbows upon my knees, intrigued beyond expectation. “I have not heard that Evangeline has any brothers—does she?”
Adaira smiled.
For a long moment I thought she would not respond, but then she did. “One of Gilchrist’s many flaws wa
