Page 152 of Heir of the Beast

~Pierce.~

“Pierce,” I breathe.

Mort is suddenly beside him.

He looks impeccable in a pin-striped suit, fitted perfectly. Of course, Pierce would have fashionable clothing. The man is all that is elegant and the best clothing designer in all the universe.

“Take a breath.”

I take a breath and say nothing, shocked to see him here.

He leans against the wall with his hand stylishly resting in his pocket like he is in an Armani ad.

“This is your ~End Game~ briefing, and I am happy to say we have done it. The Fairy Godmother is thrilled. She knew it was you all along.” He points at me.

I frown. “How? And it’s not over yet.”

He grins and I think his teeth sparkle. “True, you still have one more obstacle. How did she know it was you? Your rare eye color.”

He nods to the chair next to the window. “You might want to sit for this.”

Dread sinks in.

Coming from Pierce, that is never good.

I find the chair and numbly sit.

Pierce glances at Mort then back to me. “You are the lost daughter of Galleon.”

I snort. “Yeah, I think I know that by now.”

He shakes his head. “No, the ~real ~one.”

I stare at him.

I laugh and smile. ~This guy~.

Pierce smiles too. “I am being serious.”

“Wait.” I stand. “What are you talking about?”

“Sit.”

I sit, panic welling in my chest.

“This is quite rare. It’s only happened once before, in fact, but our Fairy Godmother knew immediately.” He continues, “You fell through a portal as a small child, sent by Irena’s black arts.

“And Fate brought you back to your rightful place. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. This job never ceases to mystify me.”

I am breathing hard.

No way.

Not possible.

“You are not from Earth, but from here. Your supposedly heartless mother never left you in Texas. You were wrongly banished,” he says. “You were found by the fire department and put into foster homes.”

“I don’t believe it.”

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