Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

There are some things that can’t be carved from a person, no matter how far from home they’ve sailed.

Saint was a bastard, but he was mine. He belonged to me. And even more unbelievable, I really did love him.

I wished he would touch me. Ground me to the dock so the feeling of the restless sea inside me would calm. But there was a distance between us that hadn’t been there before. And I wasn’t sure how to close it.

“You can’t be serious,” Paj rasped. “Is there a bastard from here to the Narrows you’re not related to?”