Nine:
“Dylan, perhapse now is a good time to go!”
Kim stated in a manic tone. I frowned, as I looked over my shoulder. I’d been sitting with the fae kitten for hours beyond count, and Carolyn had long since begged off to go sleep.
“What’s going on?”
I asked her, catching the panic in her voice. Kim’s lip quivered.
“They know you’re here! They want you!”
She said in a hurry, and I frowned at her.
“Kim, use more descriptive language, please. Who is here, and what the hell do they want with me?”
I insisted of her in a calm tone, and she lip her quivering lip.
“The rebel pack, they want you. Because you’re her daughter.”
She said, as if this explained everything. I was a born royal; I could fill in the blanks with my logic. The her was likely my mother, Aurelia, and the why must
