I looked away, my jaw tightened. "Born with it?"
'But why is it just me? I've never heard of any other fae born with a half-mate mark. I thought maybe I was special. She made me believe I was. But I'm nothing more than dirt in the eyes of the Fae.
They looked at me like I was not one of them… Wingless, no magic powers, talk to butterflies, and stubborn. That is all to me.
Unlike my cousins, Thistle has mastered her water magic, and Lunaria is already regarded as a fae goddess who can control the weather. While I am nothing more than a dead weight.
No wonder they wanted to send me away, I am nothing but a disgrace to our bloodline.'
Silence stretched between us. My mother's eyes searched my face like she wanted to say something… but whatever it was, she swallowed it down.
"You don't understand," I muttered. "You've always been perfect. A full-blooded fae with a royal title, with magic, wings, everything. And I'm just… me." My voice cracked at the end.
