Artos laughed darkly. ‘Oh, but you are. You are the firstborn daughter of Queen Brigh and King Soren Embervale.’ Thea met his gaze with a cold stare of her own. ‘No, I’m not.’ She stepped back, pulling Wilder with her, just as darkness erupted before them, and Anya emerged from the shadows, balls of lightning crackling in her palms. ‘That would be me,’ she said, and hurled her magic at Artos.
