One king caged my body. Another has caged my mind. War has broken out between Annwyn and Orea, though that's not the only battle being waged. There's a fight in me, as they try to strip me down and hollow me out. Yet they've forgotten one thing. The ancient magic of the pair bond. One can never truly be lost when two souls are already bound. Because Slade and me ? We are connected by more than just fated magic, and we will always find each other.
In any life. The fae king is trying to destroy me. My heritage. My memory. But what he hasn't realized is this : gold bends, but stone breaks. AND A GOLDFINCH DOES NOT FALL. IT FLIES.
