“UH-UH,” CAME MY mind-blowing argument. “There’s no way.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Nope, no.” I dropped my head into my hands, shaking it. “It’s not possible, becausemymom is human, and if she had a fae last name, that’d mean that she...”
“Is fae,” Soren finished for me when I couldn’t.
“But she’s not though.”
“Are you sure?”
I swallowed, looking up at him.
No.
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Racking my brain to remember exactly what Caius had said last night, I processed out loud. “Caius knew all that stuff about Mom because ofDad, which doesn’t make sense.” A memory from when I’d briefly spoken to Dad in the tunnels came back. “He didn’t seem surprised about the fae, the way Rissa and Olive were...” That should’ve been a red flag.
I groaned when it hit me.
Even if Dad had somehow made it up, which was highly unlikely, Soren had written theexact same namein his logbook.
He waited patiently.
I lifted my pounding head wearily. “Your logbook.” I chose my words carefully to avoid saying anything about Mom having been taken or the particular fae who’d taken her. “It said, ‘Maeve Donovan, previously Maeve Thorneveil.’ It even said the Grimhollow clan.”
His forehead wrinkled. “I would certainly remember if I’d met a member of the Grimhollow clan.”
“Well, her name is in there.”
Soren’s frown deepened and he sat back. “I wonder how that escaped me,” he said, almost to himself.
“It was a little over a week ago.”
His frown remained for a moment, and then he straightened. “If Gwen was on duty when your mother came through, the name would be unfamiliar to her, since she’s not from either court.”
“So... my mom is actually fae?”
I needed to hear him repeat it.
It didn’t feel real.
“Not merely a fae, Brynn. She’s from one of the most influential families in the Shadow Court.”
