That milky gaze held me hostage, and then she opened her mouth and spoke a single word, in a voice that was not entirely her own. “Goldfinch.” That one word, torn from a diviner’s lips. And right now, it’s pulled from my own mouth and laid at Auren’s feet like an offering. I was fifteen years old when I first heard it, and back then, that word meant nothing to me. It frustrated me. Confused me. It was a word I agonized over. A word I tried to ask my mother about over and over again, to no avail. But then…after twenty years, I found the meaning. Found what was foretold.
