Gregor POV

Thank the gods — Marigold was safe.

And thank every reckless decision I’d ever made, because I’d been right. She found her.

The ancient Fae.

The keeper of this forest. The oldest of all. Her Highness — the one most thought was nothing but a bedtime myth whispered among hunters and scholars who liked to scare themselves with fairytales.

Few ever believed she existed, but I did. I’d read about her in crumbling records, in languages so old even the ink seemed to bleed ...