The halls of the castle felt colder than usual.
Kara walked with no destination in mind, her wings tucked tightly against her back, her thoughts running wild. Damien’s confession still echoed in her head, every word cutting deeper than she wanted to admit.
He had known.
He had known.
And he had kept it from her.
She wasn’t just some random warrior caught in this war—she had always been a target. She had spent her whole life believing she was a half-witch, half-Valkyrie abomination when in reality, something darker was hidden inside her.
Something the Shadow King wanted back.
Her fists clenched as she turned a sharp corner, nearly crashing into Sigrun.
“Kara,” Sigrun said, blinking in surprise. She took one look at her face and frowned. “What happened?”
Kara exhaled sharply, shakin
