The Vampire King walked past me, brushing against my arm as he moved with the effortless grace only immortality could give."Is that Umbra?" he asked, his tone low but laced with knowing curiosity.
"Yes. The babies are coming," I said flatly, though my heart wasn't nearly as steady as my voice. Umbra's words still echoed through my skull like a curse, They will end up like you and your sister.
That could only mean one thing. She was my mother. But why did she keep denying it? Why hide something that was already bleeding through every truth she spoke? And why did it even matter if Khimar witnessed their birth or not?
Then the realization struck me hard enough to still my breath. Was Khimar my father? Had this all happened before, twenty-five years ago? Almost twenty-six now. In two months, the blood moon would rise again, and with it, I'd finally know whether I was a shifter or something else entirely.
Was Khimar one too? The thought made my skin crawl.