Chapter Twenty-OneI left Matilda stunned and blank-faced, and walked for miles in no particular direction, not paying attention to anything. How was I going to tell Zantry?
The Sidhe hadn't lied, not by omission, not even by evasion. I was the daughter of Yoncey Fosch and a human mortal–because that's what Arianna became once Matilda tampered with her essence. She'd directed all Arianna's life-force, all her energy into her womb, making a once powerful being into a less than feeble person, a weak husk. And once I'd taken all that she'd been into my little body, Arianna could no longer keep me safely contained in the womb. I'd ripped myself out with my bare talons.
My parent's meeting had been nothing but a convenient coincidence the Sidhe refused to do anything about.
My phone buzzed in
