Chapter Forty

It was almost like looking in a mirror.

When have the same green eyes, the same hair. It was so jarring, for a moment I was completely stunned, stumbling back a few steps as I eyed her skeptically. There was no denying I was somehow related to her, and that she was the woman in my nightmares who had raised me, who had hidden me from Thorran’s father’s power, and was supposedly sent to the prisons where she had been executed privately, along with my father.

Yet, here she was, standing in front of me as if all the grief I had spent dealing with in my childhood had been all for nothing.

Did Looke know my mother was alive all this time, and didn’t tell me?

I was not sure why I was questioning his morals now...

I reached out, touching her shoulder, testing to see if she was actually real. She didn’t think it was enough as she, out of nowhere, pulled me into an embrace.

And it felt right. She was most definitely my mother.

"I don’t understand," I said, pulling slightly away from her. She