The Queen appeared taken aback at his abrupt change of mood. “Hang on—what do you mean? Is it difficult to figure out? Do you need a chart?” “No.” Leave it be, he silently implored her. “Only a birthdate.” The Queen stilled. “Are you saying that you don’t know your birthdate?” Her tone was so careful that it made Lorn’s shoulders stiffen. Just tell her, a part of him thought wearily. After all, everyone in Otherworld knows that the Shadow King is an orphan who spent his childhood enslaved in the Dark, Dark Mountains. Why should she not know?
