Artemis sighed. “There might be complications to the combo.”
My body went rigid. “What kind of complications?”
The fae rapped his fingers along the side of the coffee table. “The kind that could get you killed.”
“Awesome. Just what I wanted to hear.” I crossed my arms and glared at the old man.
“But with my help and some of your Greywolf memories, you should be okay,” he added.
Should be okay?Those weren’t very confidence-inspiring words.
“What complications, Artemis?”
His thin pale lips drew into a frown. “Fae of a high caliber of magic are trained from a young age to use that magic. When an accident happens—”
“Are you calling me an accident?” I raised one eyebrow.
“A high ranking fae such as myself… breeding with your mother and leaving the child for twenty years untrained…wasan accident I assure you. A welcome one, but had I known I would have been more involved in your life and training,” he added in some lame attempt to assuage my feelings.
I was a welcome accident. Cool, cool. I decided to push the wordsbreeding with your motherout of my mind since they were liable to make me vomit.
He cleared his throat. “In any event, you need training in your fae magic, and so each night—”
“EverynightI need to train?” I shrieked. I was just looking forward to a full night’s sleep now that Silas was dead.
“Well, we do have twenty years to make up for, don’t we?” He crossed his arms now, mirroring me.
Would training to be powerful be a bad thing? Not really. Especially if I could become powerful enough to kill Lora.
“Fine. But I need a day’s rest. I’ve been training for months with my Greywolf power at all odd hours of the night,” I told him.
“Of course.” He stood and patted my knee. “I’ll be here.” He crossed the room and exited the door, leaving me alone.
Artemis was my dad.
What. The. Hell?I was not going to fully process that for a solid twenty-four hours.
I felt like I was on another planet and nothing was real.
A few moments passed of staring at the grain of the coffee table and then the front door to the barn house opened.
Brayden walked in looking shocked. “Artemis is your dad?” he said.
So he’d told him too.
I nodded as he snuggled into my side on the couch. “Super weird. Still processing,” I told him.
Brayden just looked down at me, reaching out to trace something on my neck. “You have an adorable freckle here I knew nothing about.”
Laughter pealed out of me. “Freckles aren’t adorable.”
His eyes hooded. “They are when they’re on you.”
Swoon.
Reaching up, he stroked his thumb over my bottom lip. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
I smiled. “Chocolate.”
