Callan walked at a steady pace, looking back at me over his shoulder every now and again. My pace was slow, but only because we were in a different part of Castle Seafoam that I hadn't seen yet. And with the morning sun shining in, even the parts I have seen had me slowing to stare in awe.
Callan hadn't mentioned where we were going but I had assumed he wanted to tell the castle's ruler goodbye. I stopped suddenly in front of a portrait. It was a woman, no older than myself. Her hair was a shocking color of red and freckles plastered across her face. Like they do mine. And my brother's.
The woman's ears were slightly pointed, indicating she was High Fae. Absentmindedly, my hand reached out and my fingers grazed her long, beautiful hair. I thought fondly of my brother and if I didn't know any better, I'd have thought this woman was our mother. But she couldn't be. Our mother's hair was blonde, according to William. And human, too.
