DIMITRI’S POV

I couldn’t stop pacing in the large tent, the moment we got back after I had handed over Lyra’s blood and hair with mine to the wizards. A few of my trusted men were with me, and they looked on, surprised at why I had her hair and blood in the first place. The wait wasn’t long, but it felt like the longest in my entire life.

The white flames in the fire, with the blue smoke above it, were already my answer.

My child!

She was my child. She was a spitting image of her ...