“No,” I lie. “What did your phoenix prophesy reveal?” It’s usually considered rude to ask, but I suppose in this place, all bets are off. “Um, three other eagles.” She smiles kindly at me, as if I’m a girl with a friendly, sweet mating group of eagles waiting for me in the ether somewhere. “Some anima find their mating groups here, Lia. You could be one of the lucky ones.” I give a weak, fake laugh and pretend to look hopeful like a normal girl, who isn’t running from her mates, would. “But you aren’t sworn in to the Court of Wings, Lia?”
