Chapter Twelve
Etta lied. The moment Alex woke, he knew it. She had promised she wouldn’t leave him, but the only sound in the room was his own breathing. At first, he thought he’d imagined her presence. For so long, he’d dreamed of having her near.
But his first glance around the room proved the events of the night before had, indeed taken place. A table along the far wall tilted on its side. His belongings laid around the room as if a cyclone had entered the palace.
He let his head rest against the pillow. No, not a cyclone. Magic. Her magic. She’d healed him. It seemed the secrets of the Basiles never ended.
She wasn’t the girl he’d loved before. There was so much more to her now. She wasn’t simply Etta. She’d taken up the mantle of Persinette Basile, queen of Bela. Who she was alwa
