She had barely been able to stomach a piece of bread. Renwick Vostemur, King of the Northern Court, was her Fated. Not only that, but he was part blue witch. No one had ever known she even had a Fated… and she had been glad for it. But now, knowing the truth validated every betrayed feeling she had ever had for him. He had been secretly helping her family since before he even knew they were Fated. He was not the monster everyone thought he was. All the pieces were coming together in her mind, and it made her want to laugh and cry and scream all at once.
