CHAPTER TWENTY
Gwendolyn stood in the castle chamber, looking out the window, watching Thor fly away with Mycoples, her great wings flapping against the breaking sky, silhouetted by the huge ball of the morning sun. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to breathe again, overcome with a million conflicting emotions. She felt betrayed by Thor, by his revelation, betrayed to learn he was the son of Andronicus, the one person she hated most in the world. She felt betrayed that he had kept it from her. And she felt betrayed, once again, by the world.
Why did destiny have to be so cruel? In the entire universe, why couldn’t anyone else—anyone—be Thor’s father? Why did it have to be the one person who filled Gwendolyn’s mind with hatred with a desire for vengeance?
Yet at the same time, s
