“What does that even mean?” I asked as I looked up, my eyes locking with Ginnie.
“I don’t know.” She spoke before she pressed her lips together, and a frown formed on her forehead.
“The dagger must be from a member of the royal family. Maybe your father…” But before Ginnie was even able to end her sentence, I beat her to it.
“My father must have stolen the dagger.” I shrugged as I gave Ginnie a small smile.
“Milo, I don’t think that that is true.” She spoke as she shook her head, her frown forming even deeper in her perfect head. I thought about it for a while, but it just didn’t make any sense to me.
“My father was a rogue, my parents got me while living in a damn cave. No royalty would ever live in a cave without the protection of a pack. It’s just impossible.” But Ginnie had c
