Page 17 of Tragic Ink
“What truth?” Iasked.
“The truth about who you reallyare.”
“And who am I?” Iasked.
Rhys took a deep breath. “You’re Gwenllian, a member of the Seelie royal court. Your father was a warrior, a Protector. You inherited your gift with the ink from your mother. She uses her gift to fight for the Seelie Court in the war against the Unseelie. The dark fae have been after her for years, hoping to take her power for themselves. Hoping to take you. Your parents sent you here as a baby in order to hide you from Unseeliespies.”
“How do you know all of this?” Iasked.
“It was part of my mission toknow.”
“Your mission...” I repeated, my voice breaking underneath the weight of my grief. Aelwyn was gone, but Rhys was here, and he was breaking my heart all over again. Everything I thought I knew about myself, about her, about him, was alie.
