Krane took a slow step back from the bed. “So... She’s one of them.” Calian glanced at Krane, something in his tone suggested he wasn't surprised.
“She’s not just one of them,” Klare pushed, gently but firmly. “She's different.”
Braken’s smirk faltered, just slightly. He looked at Mira, then at Klare. “Royal-class? You mean,... Upper-Upper?”
Calian’s voice was ice. “That’s impossible. All confirmed royal lines were accounted for in all cities after the death of King Lucian and Queen Leora.”
Klare didn’t blink. “Exactly.”
Braken’s eyes narrowed. “Unless someone hid her. Faked a death. Buried a bloodline.”
“Keep going, scavenger,” Calian muttered. “You might accidentally be useful.”
Braken ignored him for once, a dangerous glint sharpening in his gaze. “You mean to tell me she’s one o
