FAERY GODMOTHER.

HER.

We watched as they all embraced each other and unimaginable fury burned in me.

That damn child ruins everything, everything in my life.

I should have killed her when I had the chance.

Now here she was throwing a wrench in my carefully crafted plans, plans I had painstakingly put together over the years.

“So, what are we going to do my lady?”

Ilchor asks turning away from the annoying tableau, “I told you to kill her when you had the chance, now she’s grown up and taking over, and a mighty fine young lady she is too.”

Ignoring the remark, I huff turning from the annoying sight as well, who knew she would be capable of freeing the High king?

I shouldn’t have used my blood to seal the sword, at least now I knew.

“He’s going to be looking for you.”

“Who Rhysand? What would he do even if he finds me?”

“He is useless without his inner beast, he won’t do anything to me when I have control over Rhian.”

“But that’s just it Sybil, you don’t,” he says smugly.