“Can you finally tell me what the hell that was back there?” I ask, losing my patience.
I tried to wait until she was ready to talk but she seems intent on pretending she didn’t promise an explanation since we left the b****y castle.
Swaying side to side on the white mare, Katrina regards me with a look of resignation and sigh. Her gaze reverting to the open field ahead of us.
“Your father was a dragon-shifter, and not just any dragon-shifter but a Royal Prince at that. Before the war, your parents met and fell in love. And according to everyone, their love was instantaneous. Grandfather never approved of their relationship, because he had someone he considered more suitable in mind for aunty to marry. A Magic Wielder from a prestigious family I’m sure, but your mother was never a doc
