Chapter 28
Wide-eyed, I stared from the Oracles to my stepsister. She had gone very still, her face as pale as moonlight.
“What is it?” Kian demanded roughly. I couldn’t quite tell from where I sat, but I thought he’d taken Neeve’s hand beneath the table.
“Neeve Mallory, Princess of Raine and daughter of Lady Tandenneth Shadrift, you should never have set foot in Elfhame.” The Oracles spoke in unison, their voices echoing eerily. “The Dark Elf illness that is your heritage has lodged in your blood. Returning to the mortal world at this time will prove fatal.”
My stepsister seemed carved of ice, her eyes huge, dark pools in her face.
Thorne pulled in a sharp breath and leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Neeve.
Oh, Neeve, what have you done? My pulse raced, even as the dreadful conseque
