What was wrong with my blood? I laid in my bed unable to sleep. What Cornell had said was still ringing in my head.
"He's blood says differently." Those word echoed in my mind. What exactly did my blood say that could warrant his distrust against me. He wanted me to be sent away from the realm. He thought I was dangerous.
Me? I was the last thing he would have to worry about. I was a scrawny kid who could barely do magic. The way he spoke made me sound like some malicious being seeking out the distraction of Alon.
There was too much about myself I didn't know and driving me crazy. My life was a series of people keeping things from me. I was tired of it. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. I jumped out of my bed, getting dressed.
I needed to get to the council's HQ, but how? It was nearing midnight, I highly doubted that my guardians would be okay with taking me there. I couldn't call Abby, she was dealing with a lot, I didn't want to trouble her with this.