Alexa
"What good news, Vivian?" I called out, anticipating her next words.
Her eyes gleamed as she held my hands in hers. "Are you ready for this, Your Highness?"
Vivian was keeping me high on suspense, and I didn't like that. "Yes, I am," I pouted. "Please share."
"I think I might know where your sister might be," she said, her voice laced with certainty.
"You mean Ciara?" I arched my brows as I let my hand run through my hair.
"Yes, Your Majesty," she responded.
Ciara had been confirmed dead—or r***d—or at least not alive, and here was Vivian telling me otherwise.
I had hopes of seeing Ciara one day, but I knew that was a cruel joke to myself. "Where? How?" I asked my questions in no significant order. My pulse tightened within me, and I could feel Ava, my wolf, was restless also
