“The Fates have chosen you too,” Baba Airu said. “No,” Rua breathed before Baba Airu finished her sentence. She had feared this moment might be real. She was terrified of what the High Priestess might say next. Once the words were spoken, they could never be unheard. “We have Seen it, Ruadora: a Dammacus leader on our throne . . . alongside her Fated.” Rua’s heart stopped beating. Fated.
