Chapter 39
She had cried for hours in Damon’s arms.
All this time, all the effort, all the dreams she’d wasted searching and her mother was dead. All this time, she was dead.
No one had ever notified Lily. No one had called—no one had visited her at Nightcrest. Her mother was dead and no one had bothered to send her the memo. Her legs felt like gelatin beneath her, the entire walk back through the palace tunnel.
Damon had begged her not to return, but she didn’t have an option. The prince would be awaiting a morning feeding, and she still had to shower off the stink of the den before anyone grew suspicious about where she’d been. But today, Lily couldn’t keep her thoughts contained.
They were wild, jumbled things that confused her and made her ache.