CHAPTER THREE
“A woman’s heart is unknowable and predictable all the same. Her love is both a burning sun and cold ocean. However, within this deep place of paradoxy lies a certainty that she will always choose love over anything else.”
—Code of the Feminine; author unknown
“H
ere, drink this, my dear.” Tess carefully handed Rhiannon a steaming cup of tea. The sweet liquid ran down her throat and immediately shot through her arms and legs as if it were whiskey. It warmed her and immediately made her feel relaxed.
The Empress of Ventra looked at her grandmother and smiled. “I don’t think this is working.”
“Oh, it will. It will, or we’ll have a problem as you have no other siblings.” Tess’s withered face wrinkled into a smile. Rhiannon remembered the story of her great aunts who, despi
