“Because I am not a pure-blooded Fae.” “Then…what are you?” Eliza asked. “My mother was a Silas Legacy.” “But…” Eliza trailed off, the look of horror on her face morphing into anger. Eviana only smirked. “The Marks are not the only things perverse and altered in Devram. They like to…experiment. It is how advancements are made.”
