A part of Lina knew she could not blame Kaden for his betrayal to start the war. Atlan was to blame as well. Atlan.
Where was he now?
"How did you gain immortality?" Lina asked him.
"The legend of the Golden Rose."
Lina stiffened. So her initial predictions in her dorm room were correct. She swallowed. Hard. He had firmly denied sleeping with anyone else. Lina had known in her gut it was how he had become immortal.
Priscilla, all along, was the Golden Rose. One thousand years ago. It was said she died a tragic death by suicide. If that was the case, who was the new Golden Rose? How many are there in history?
"A-and the fact that you're a Pure-Blood?" Lina demanded.
"Atlan."
Lina's eyes grew wide. "What?"
Kaden let out a small sigh. His dear dove, ever the trusting woman. Even now, she did not know the true nature of her "kind-hearted" mentor.
