“Julian says you’re like her,” he says quietly, eyes thoughtful. “Like she used to be.” Coriane. His mother. The thought of the dead queen, a person I never knew, somehow makes me sad. She was taken too soon from those she loved, and she left a hole they’re trying to make me fill. And as much as I hate to admit it, I can’t blame Cal for feeling caught between two worlds. After all, so am I.
