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Father until Auralie can resume her post as the leader of the Guardians.”
Called it
Tell me, Lumnos, why do you not feel like one of them?” He spun around, eyes narrowing. “Why do you feel like one of mine?”
I’d chalked it up to discomfort over showing off his scar. I hadn’t realized his desire to hide them ran quite this deep.
Or he's been cut too...
blade slipped and sliced through my palm. Bits of crimson blood dripped into my bowl.
Could this heal him?
He stopped. “Diem, your eyes—they’re glowing.”
I think she has all the magic
my head had been filled with the buzz of voices.
She can mix her magic with anyone.”
Foreshadowing
He smirked. “Actually—”
of course hahaahah
“Happy reading, dear,” she chirped, strolling away. “And don’t forget why they banned these books for mortals in the first place.” “Why is that?” “Because an education is the most powerful weapon of them all.”
The Sophos Crowns have been researching it for centuries—breeding Descended with mortals, then breeding that child with a mortal, then breeding that child with a mortal, on and on for generations. The Kindred blood never fades. No amount of mortal blood can destroy it. Only the blood of another Kindred can do that.”
A wild, reckless instinct flared up in my heart. It hissed at me to run inside and beg him to be my mate—now, while we still had time.
that's how she'll heal him
“It’s not just rock. It’s godstone.”
Called it!
We were told only the Kindred could make it, and the supply they left was all used up. No one thought we’d ever see any more.”
“I want there to be no part of you that you hide from me because you fear it’s a part I will not love. I treasure your darkness as much as your light.”
“You’re just a healer, Mother.” She smiled a pitiful smile, one of secrets and regret. “Diem, I have never been just a healer.”
The force on my head began to ease, though a heavy presence lingered as if something sat upon my brow.
She's collecting crowns
“Don’t mistake the pain of change for failure.”
She was staring at the camp, murmuring something I couldn’t make out.
Her dad
“She mentioned being afraid of their youngest sibling. He sounded like a brat. You’ll have to remind me which brother that was.”
Her dad?
“Blessed Kindred,” Doriel breathed. “The lost realm. The stories are true.”
