EMBER’S POV

And finally, it all hits me. The crushing weight of every truth Devika has spilt about my origins.

The crushing realisation that I was never of Northern descent.

I was Eastern.

I was of royal Eastern blood.

Ember of Caelora?

My heart races, dread eating up my insides.

Rhovan.

Lord Rhovan of Caelora.

My father is an Eastern Queen’s chosen mate, a man who dreamed of overthrowing his own wife, and his blood has been in me my whole life while no one ever told me.

The realisation hits me so hard I can barely breathe, bringing Sapphire’s glazed eyes and cryptic words from my trance back to...