Vesper POV
I'm not supposed to be here. It has been my only rule growing up, but things aren't adding up. If Alora was truly stolen from the Fae castle, why isn't Father more excited to see her? This is the only place I could think of to come for those answers. I am not sure my mother knows the whole truth.
Knocking on the weathered door in front of me, I wait for her to respond. Someone is shuffling inside, and the door cracks open. A pair of icy blue eyes peer out before the door opens the rest of the way.
I've never seen my mother's sister before. I have heard rumors of her beauty, but I never thought much about them. All Fae creatures are beautiful. It is part of our allure, but looking at Fauna is blinding. Even in this moldy, damp room, wearing rags, she is stunning. Not
