But there was nothing.
“Violet’s signature has been left on you,” Blackthorn explained, and the room grew silent.
“But that’s not possible, she’s just a first year, just a—”
“She’s Fae,” Delaney said quietly. “We all know it to be true.”
“Plenty of students are Fae, just like plenty are demonic spawn,” Wanda said with a flip of her hair.
“We all have a signature...” Norman said defensively. “It doesn’t mean we’re long lost royalty.”
“Butroyal bloodhas a signature the rest of us don’t,” Delaney said, her gaze catching mine.
Wanda huffed. What are the odds...” she tutted.
“No, it’s her,” I said as I remembered my vision.
The one I’d seen when she fed me.
The energy I felt when she touched me, the sparks...
Everyone turned to look at me.
Intuition, and understanding told me what I already knew. What I didn’twantto know, because knowing it meant it was real.
“She is the lost princess,” I said. My own voice betraying me.
“Yes, she is.” Blackthorn said solidly.
Something waswrong.I could feel it in the air, in my gut.
A top secret opportunity.
A lost princess.
A clandestine exit.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Bane, take a breath,” Delaney said, trying to be the voice of reason.
“She was in transport, last we heard from her and her majesty.”
My teeth chattered from the intensity of my grinding jaw as a new reality fell on me.
The last they heard from her.
“You don’t know where she is, do you?” Wanda asked curiously.
“Their transport was attacked by dark fairies. Our magic is powerful here, but there are limits. However, those who have Violet’s signature...”
“Might be able to call on their connection, and get a hit on her,” Norman said, twisting his lips. His tentacle held his chin, his slimy suckers rubbing it like the appendage was nothing more than a finger.
It was a creepy sight to see.
“You are correct, Mr. Chee.”
“This... this isyourfault,” I hissed at Blackthorn.
