7
HALEY
I turned away from the fae guards and stared into the fireplace, schooling my reaction.
Oona. It had to be the same woman. Even if Oona was a common name among the fae, what were the chances that two of them had been in Keradoc’s close orbit? With violet eyes, besides?
No way. She was definitely his daughter.
So she wasn’t dead, then. Which meant Elian had lied to Jax. Why?
And what would Jax do when he found out?
A mix of emotions churned through my gut—worry and sympathy for Jax, rage at Elian’s capacity for treachery, and there, simmering beneath it all, a big helping of red-hot jealousy.
I shoved it all aside though, forcing myself to take in whatever information I could.
“Two warships bearing the standard of Darkwinter have been spotted near the harbor,” she reported.
