Theia embraced a handsome, broad-shouldered man amid the swirling snow. My mother and father, Fionn, had kept their love a secret through the years, knowing the Daglan would find it amusing to tear them apart if they learned of the affair. But they were able to meet in secret—and to plan their uprising. “Fionn …,” Azriel murmured, awe lacing his voice, “was your ancestor.”
