“It doesn’t matter.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “I still won. I got him, didn’t I?” She puts her hands on her hips and smiles at me. “You think you’ve won now because you’re going to become queen? Well, I have news for you. You’re never going to be the queen, and that little spawn of yours is never going to be acknowledged as the royal heir.” When she laughs, the sound is filled with madness. “All those years, I made sure you knew your place, but you just had to return to the royal family.”
My eyes dart toward Mira before I look back at Willow. “What do you mean, return?”
Willow considers me for a moment and then rolls her eyes. “Father was supposed to give you to the white witches. He knew who you were the minute you were left at the orphanage. You don’t know anything, do you
