Aurora. Isla knew that name. The Starling ruler who had died the day the curses had been cast. The one who had been set to marry King Egan. “I watched you die,” Oro said, his voice rasped. Aurora turned and faced Oro. “An illusion, I’m afraid,” she said. “Why?” Oro’s voice was guttural. Then realization hardened his features. “It was revenge, wasn’t it?”
