“And even not knowing the extent of the blood that she carried in her, there was no way that Alastir or either of us believed it to be a coincidence that a Handmaiden was masquerading as the mother of a child who was the heir to Atlantia.” Masquerading as the mother… “Gods,” Kieran muttered, dragging a hand over his face. Casteel sat back, a muscle flexing in his jaw as he looked at me. “Poppy, I—”
