Elain had been staring down at the paper on her desk for almost an hour now.
She had her ink and quill ready, but she had not written a single word on the paper, contemplating the message she must relay through a letter.
It had been days since the revelry at the Laurel's. Since she had found out that Rafelius Greyford was Dark Fae, and that the fate of the Blythmors now lay in her hands.
Whether Rafelius was telling the truth about her uncle possessing a magic relic from the King's trove, or whether it truly belonged to the King, or if he had merely invented reasons to steal whatever this thing her uncle owned, she could not ignore the fact that a Dark Fae was threatening her.
He wanted something, and she had no doubt he'd get it in any way possible.
This matter did not only involve her fate, but her entire family's.
It was a matter of life and death.
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Rory had not left the house since she discovered the betrayal that cost her heart.
