Keeper of Shadows by Bridgett Powers

Author:Bridgett Powers [Powers, Bridgett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780999650615
Publisher: Light's Scribe Books
Published: 2017-12-25T22:00:00+00:00

Lyssanne quickened her pace, all but jogging through the corridors. She hadn’t intended to remain so long out of doors or return this late.

A hundred thoughts raced through her mind. Her father had been murdered. He and a faerie—not just any faerie, but the daughter of their queen—had died to save her. A powerful sorceress had wanted her dead, likely still did. And the most difficult to bear—her mother, with whom she’d believed she had no secrets, had withheld those truths. Doubtless, she’d had reason, but that couldn’t lessen the pain.

What would have changed, had Lyssanne known? The truth of the Shadow Mist, and the sorceress responsible for it, might have helped her sway the Council. Would they have sent her away, knowing such a person wished to kill her?

What was done couldn’t be altered, as Reina had pointed out. “Only you can choose how to use the light you’ve been given, the Light of your gift and the light of this information.”

Lyssanne’s skirts threatened to trip her as she raced up the grand staircase. She couldn’t risk insulting her hosts. Oh, what if she were already late? She turned a corner and nearly collided with a tall figure.

Her breath hitched. Prince Brennus!

The corridor lurched, and her stomach fell into her feet. She wasn’t ready for this! Her intention to plan her next words to him had gotten lost in Olivia’s tale. She must say something. She couldn’t just stand there, fish-faced.

“Your Highness.” She dropped into as deep a curtsey as she dared. It would not do to fall over in front of a prince.

He merely nodded and continued walking. Just as he passed her, he stopped. The top of her head prickled from his gaze. The warmth of his hand enveloped hers, and he lifted it. Belatedly, she realized he meant to lift her from her curtsey.

“These corridors can be quite drafty,” he murmured. “The dining hall is warmer, but perhaps you should don your cloak or a shawl.”

“I am not cold,” she whispered.

“Don't be foolish,” he said, still holding her hand. “You’re shivering.”

“I, ’tis just…” Her face heated. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I did not know!”

“Know what?”

“That you were…who you were.”

He dropped her hand. “You knew what I wished you to know.” His voice was steel wrapped in black silk.

“But I, I spoke to you so familiarly. And Jarad—he all but scolded you. Surely you must know, had we been aware…Still, it was not our place.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “I have matters to see to.”

She stepped back to allow him passage. The wide corridor seemed suddenly too small for the two of them. She leaned against the wall to collect her scattered thoughts. The emotions of the past pair of days collided in a dizzying melee.

The feast! She pushed herself off the wall and rushed toward the corridor that led to her chambers—in the opposite direction Prince Brennus had gone.

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