I'll get straight to the point.
I do not trust you. I never have. But I trust the inevitability of what is coming, and I trust that you understand it as well as I do. Theodora must never be told the full truth until she is strong enough to survive it.'
Theo's vision blurred. What truth was what?!
'You asked why I agreed to your arrangement. The answer is simple: because if I didn't, you would find another way. You always do. Promise me this, that when the time comes, you will not break her before she has a chance to fight back,'
Theo's chest felt too tight to breathe, "Arrangement?" she whispered.
Her fingers turned the page again, desperation creeping in.
'She is not a weapon. She is not a vessel. She is my daughter. If you ever forget that, Cain Pendragon, then I will haunt whatever remains of your soul.
The letter ended there. There was no signature, but a pressed thumbprint at the bottom, faint but unmistakable. Her mother's.
