The silence following Elowen's name was deafening. I watched the color drain from Hera's face, leaving her features looking like a wax mask that had begun to melt. The realization hit me then.
A man who sees her as only his shadow… She is the rogue king's right hand, ..
"It's him," Emily whispered, gasping in realization. "The man from the bar. The 'King' she was a shadow to. It was Jarek Asthorne all along."
Hera's shock changed into a look of visceral disgust. She looked at me not as a former confidante, but as a piece of filth she'd accidentally stepped on.
"This is an unfortunate turn of events. A very unfortunate turn of events. You shouldn't have come here, Helena." She hissed, shaking her head disappointedly.
An unfortunate turn of events? I understood that this man was the one she loved but how did that make my being Elowen's friend an unfortunate turn of events?
I arched a bewildered brow. "How so?"
