Isabella Hawthorne
What in the heavens? The Elf King is coming too?
My mind reeled.
Why on Elysia would the reclusive Elf King be dragged into this?
A whirlwind of panicked thoughts churned through my head. Was he going to claim to be my child's father too? My mate? What was I supposed to do if that really happened?
Dear Gods, no.
It couldn't be more absurd.
A wave of despair washed over me as I realized this was far beyond any bad soap opera. These past few hours were some sort of cosmic joke, a constant barrage of twists and turns no writer could have dreamed up. Were the Gods of Elysia punishing me for some unknown offense? Was being a bullied orphan not enough?
I couldn't help but steal a glance at the Kings themselves, and shock ran through me. They were every bit as blind
