“Uh, you thought you were the River Queen?” Loren asked the question like a mother inquiring after her child’s imaginary friend.
I glanced at her, unsure where to begin to explain. There were Immortals who kept humans as servants. They informed these humans of everything, about who and what we were. Some Immortals had entire bloodlines of servants who stayed with them for generations. I’d never taken to the practice. But Loren was in this deep, and with no other way out of this cave, it seemed only fair that I bring her into the fold.
I turned my back to her and slid the collar of my shirt down over my shoulder. “Do you see that symbol?”
She leaned in and peered at the branded number on my shoulder. “That’s the same as the one on the bone.”
I readjusted my top and turned back around. “
