CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Impossible,” I said when Jackson spoke. “Helena isn’t a halfborn. Right, Helena?”
Helena nodded from her spot on the floor in the middle of the ritual circle. “Yeah. And Raith can’t be my dad. I mean, my dad is kneeling right there.”
Jackson, however, shook his head. “You don’t understand. Fernando here is your adoptive father. He may have raised you and taken care of you, but he is not your true biological father and you are not fully human.”
Helena looked over at her father with wide, confused eyes. “Dad, he’s not telling the truth, is he? You’re my dad. We’re related. Aren’t we?”
Thought Fernando still had a gag in his mouth, the fact that he looked away almost instinctively was enough to confirm Jackson’s statement for me. I could tell that Helena was thinking
