Faye's POV
The question haunted me like a phantom that refused to be exorcised. How much are you willing to pay? Abel's words echoed through every corner of my mind, relentless in their pursuit. They shadowed me through the corridors, lingered during quiet meals, and now tormented me as I walked alone through the castle grounds.
But the question itself wasn't the only torment. Everything from that conversation clung to me like thorns I couldn't extract. The revelation about fae blood. The possibility that I was something beyond ordinary understanding. The realization that whatever power flowed through my veins came with a price I had yet to comprehend.
