Chapter Forty-two

 My heart clenches in pain thinking back to how I was used by Sixten. I will never allow myself to be used like that again. Looking up at Flavius, I give a weak smile.

    "I met Sixten, my first love, eight years ago,

shortly after Fafnir died,” I begin to tell.

     Flavius stares down at me thoughtfully, urging me to continue.  

    "He came to my horde to conduct business with my father. When I met him, he was charming, graceful, an