The room was silent, but Evangeline's thoughts were anything but… the sounds of crickets and the crashing waves of the beach should have lulled her to sleep a long time ago but that just seemed like an impossibility.
She lay on the bed and staring at the plain white ceiling and her fingers were curled into the sheets. Sleep wasn't coming tonight.
But could it, when her entire world had just been flipped on its head?
"You are a descendant of angels."
The king's words replayed in her mind, over and over again, like a curse she couldn't be free from.
She had spent so much of her life feeling different, knowing that something about her did not quite fit. But this? An angel's blood in her veins? That was far beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
She wasn't sure what scared her more—the idea that it could be true or the fact that deep down, some part of her had always known she was different.
