Page 72 of The Secret Keeper's Daughter

She nods and takes a sip. “It certainly feels that way.”

I move my mug around, making the tea swirl. It turns into rainbow colors for just a moment, so that I question whether I saw any change at all.

Vivvi raises one of her perfect eyebrows. “Did it do something unexpected?”

Our gazes meet, and I hesitate.

She leans forward, her expression full of curiosity. “What did it do?”

“It, um, turned rainbow colored. But only briefly.”

Her irises brighten, almost seeming to glow. “I knew it!”

“What?”

“Let me see your right palm.”

My stomach sinks. “Huh?”

“Trust me, dear. I’ll explain everything. This is unbelievable.”

“What is?” I feel sick in a way that has nothing to do with the weird foreign magic inside me.

She looks me over. “You are.”

I nearly drop the mug.

Vivvi reaches over and steadies my hand with ease. “Drink some.”

My heart races. Nothing feels right. “Why? What are you trying to get from me?”

“The tea not only relaxes, but it reveals.”

A cold realization sweeps through me. “You mean it could tell me what kind of fae I am? I mean, besides werewolf?”

She nods. “Precisely.”

“But you already suspect you know?”

“I think I do, but it should be impossible.”

“How?” I study her, my mind spinning. “Is my father from an extinct line or something?”

“No, but there’s never been a female version before.”

“That doesn’t make sense. How can there be a race of fae with no females?”

“Are you going to drink?” She glances at my tea. “It’s going to turn cold and lose all of its magic.”

What do I have to lose? I take a big sip, and the sweet, tangy tea seems to dance down my throat. Once it makes it to my stomach, my palm warms. It glows ever so faintly.

Vivvi’s face drains of color. “It’s true.”

“What is?”

She glances from my palm to my eyes. “You’re the next hunter.”

“Hunter?” That sounds vaguely familiar.

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