“You’re a Westerner?” Rua asked, startling Bri, who spun that violent golden gaze to her. “It’s complicated.” She cracked her knuckles. Neelo huffed, sliding a bookmark into their thick book and glancing at Bri. “It is not that complicated. There was a prophecy that you would take the Western Court throne, and so the Western Queen exiled your parents when you and Tal were newborns.”
