knowââhe held up his hand when I started to protestââI realize this is not your fault, but you must spend time with us, to understand what your heritage and lineage means.â
My heart leaped. This is what I wanted, though I wondered if the Uwilahsidhe would resent me, considering my background. Hell, when it came down to it, I knew very little about the history of the magic-born, either. Krystal had kept me in the dark. Whatever sheâd been taught, sheâd repressed with the booze and drugs, and a deep disdain for her own abilities.
âYou wouldnât mind teaching me?â As I spoke, my voice cracked, and I realized this meant more to me than I could ever have imagined.
The only family member whoâd ever truly loved me was my aunt Heather, and she was long gone now. Iâd had to play a part in her death, which still hurt. Rhiannon and I were rebuilding our relationshipâso far, so good. But when it came down to it, Ulean was the closest thing to family that I had left. She alone I trusted not to let me down. While Grieve was my husband and I loved him with all my heart, I also knew how fragile love could be. It was hard to let myself believe that we might have our happy-ever-after ending.
I guess Hunter sensed my need because he paused, staring down into my eyes, and his face filled with a compassion that I seldom saw in any of the Cambyra. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
âMy granddaughter. I know your story, and I know what youâve been through so far in your short life. Itâs never easy to be destinyâs pawn, nor to believe that your existence was engineered merely to fill a need. You are Wrathâs daughter. You are
my
blood. Beyond the crown you wear on your head, beyond the title you assumed . . . you are my family, and I will do what I can to help you connect with your roots.â He backed away then, turning to Strict. âI have scouts I trust. They are wild and feral, belonging more to the wing than to any Court or allegiance. I will send them on reconnaissance to see if we can search for the upstart and her armies.â
And with that he turned to go, but stopped. He glanced over his shoulder and, looking at me, said, âI will be in touch, girl. Now is not the time to begin your studies, though I know you are champing at the bit. But after this war is over, we will take wing and fly together. You will learn what it truly means to be one of the Uwilahsidhe. Half-blood . . . is as good as full.â
And then he shimmered and in a blur, transformed back into his owl form, and winging his way through the falling snow, he vanished into the depths of the Golden Wood.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh. I had a grandfather. I had family and roots. Krystal and Heather had spoken very little of their parents. My mother and her sister had been closed mouth. After Heather died, Rhiannon had confided that sheâd found nothing about our relatives in the trunks that had remained undamaged during the fire at the Veil House. Our mothers had been chosen by the Fae. Rhiannonâs father was also Cambyra Fae, but a snake-shifter.
Neither of us had known the truth about our fathers until the past few weeks. We were still navigating our way through the labyrinth of what felt like a conspiracy surrounding our birth. And truth was we
had
been bred for the thrones of Winter and Summer. Hunter was correct in his statement that our very existence had been engineered. We were created to fill a need rather than conceived out of love. So many unanswered questions remained, that I doubted weâd ever know the full story.
I turned back to Grieve, who smiled at me. He held out his arms, and I slipped into his embrace, pressing my head against his chest.
âI have a grandfather,â I whispered.
âI know.â He kissed the top of my head. âHunter is very old and very wise, and from what little I know about him, he