Kestrel"s text told me she"d figured out the way to The Aerie—"I have an eel for that too!" she typed, referring to the system Reine had taught her for accessing her magic. I"d be interested to know what that particular talent had showed her and if it made us vulnerable in unexpected ways.
And there I went thinking like a Crown Prince again.
After I walked back in my sister"s house, my mother stood and hugged me.
"I apologize. It"s not fair of me to pressure you to follow my dreams for you, for us. You"re your own gargoyle. You always have been, and that"s one of your strengths. I"ll be happy and proud for you no matter what you decide."
"Thank you." How many times had I longed for that kind of reassurance during those long, lonely years when I"d been searching for my father"s killer?
