Alexa had a black charcoal eye shadow surround her eyelids and a grey smudge underneath her black eyes. The Elvan woman looked well made up, but false. She had a feeling that those weren’t her real eyes, as much as the platinum hair colour was not her own, but Clare wasn’t about to point that out.

“Yes, we fought together, but Franchesca has undoubtedly made more enemies than she had friends or allies.”

Clare didn’t know how that was possible, there were lots of people at the ceremony, how could her mother have made more enemies.

She couldn’t get used to the name Franchesca. Not Michelle, but Franchesca, was it normal that she was angry at her mother but at the same time frustrated and hurt that she had to die so soon. Clare’s stomach tightened into knots. Bile rose and she flinched with the sick feeling. She had forgotten the painful cramping in her stomach, but now it worsened tenfold.

She looked at Alexa’s expressionless face. This woman, who looked in her early twenties, didn’t even blink, but just stood up straight directly opposite Clare, refusing to lower her eyes, which just seemed to tick Clare off, “My mother is dead if you have nothing good to say I suggest you leave.”

Alexa dropped her eyes and looked ahead toward the shore of the lake, “It’s not that simple, we’re all descendants after all, and I’m the Elvan Princess and half Lightwatcher, a friend of your brother’s.”

“Nathan?”

mother’s death for his

“You mean Caster’s.”

to assume that which

don’t like me very

express

you are

Clare, who was certain that the Elvan woman's face was pulled into a frown, “I really don’t know what he sees in you.” She took in Clare’s appearance as though she was taking in an unappealing view, “You’re not even blonde, you are

the pain grew to new heights, she felt a bead of sweat trickle her temple, as she bit down the urge to weep, “I don’t know who the hell you are talking about.” She gritted out, through clenched

away from Alexa, her hand stuck on her stomach and limped her way

crossing paths with a group of Elvan who wore red robes, that resembled blood, and worked her way closer to the gold coffin, which glistened in the light of the

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