Page 74 of Forging Bonds: Part One

Fuck, I thought I saw Pete in the ballroom.

What the fuck.

Pete is the King of Trieneliea? What the fuck is he doing in the Earth Realm?

“You look a lot like her,” someone says from behind me, making me jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

I smile as I turn to look at the woman standing next to me, she’s dressed similarly to Mabel but looks younger.

“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t realize that anyone was up here,” I reply.

She grins, “I’m not supposed to be. I'm Ribbit, don’t ask. It’s a nickname that’s stuck, and I don’t seem to be able to get rid of it.”

I chuckle, “I like it. It’s unique and better than a lot of nicknames out there, I’m Neith.”

I hold out my hand for her to take, and she looks surprised before amusement flashes through them; she reaches out and grasps my hand, and that look of amusement turns to shock as her fingers wrap around mine.

“Huh,” she says, looking at our hands in confusion.

“What?” I ask. “Oh shit, do you not shake hands here? Was that offensive? Fuck I’m really sorry if it was.” My eyes widen, “Wait, did I just propose to you or something like that?”

She lets go of my hand and bursts out laughing, “No, no, you didn’t do any of that, don’t worry.”

“Well thank fuck for that, I mean, I’ve kind of got my hands full of romantic interests at the moment, adding another is not something I think I can handle. Not that I think I can handle what I’ve currently got. Not that I’ve really technically got them.” I slap my hand over my mouth as her laughter echoes around the hallway, mumbling from behind my hand, I apologize, “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she turns back to face the painting.

I do the same, studying their features and just as fascinated with them as I was a moment ago.

After a moment, she speaks again, “She was the last of her kind.”

“Who were they?” I ask because I need someone else to confirm what I suspect. Just because it seems so completely crazy.

She looks at me, slightly confused, but replies, “The King and Queen of Trieneliea.”

Holy shit.

She said it, I’m not going crazy. Pete really is the King of Trieneliea and is somehow in the Earth Realm. I’m going to go into depth about what that means later, and hopefully with the guys, but for now, I want to know about the beautiful woman that he called his queen.

“What was she?” I ask.

“She was an angel,” the woman tells me with a soft smile.

Time stands still.

No way, no fucking way that can’t mean what I think it means, surely? The more I think about it though the more the pieces fall into place.

An angel was on the list of extinct supernatural creatures that Sully gave us. We discarded the idea pretty swiftly because it seemed too fantastical. Sully knows them. We know that from the vision. Wynonna was the one who did the silencing spell, and she was very good friends with the Queen. Calia and Eamon, Evander’s parents, know them, they were friends with them. Like all of the other people that have been looking out for me from the sidelines.

I also can’t deny that what the woman said was right. I do look like her. She has dark green eyes, exactly like one of mine, and when I glance at Pete or the King, I realize that his eye color is exactly the same as my blue eye. Why have I never noticed that before?

I literally have an eye from each of them.

Then there’s Pete himself, he has always looked out for me, helping me to buy my little house, giving me strange cryptic warnings here and there, but if I’m right, then why did he leave me with Calia and Eamon? Why didn’t he raise me? Why isn’t she here too? Also, they didn’t come over forty years ago, and I’m not forty years old, so how am I in the Earth Realm? Hell, how is he? Does that mean that I spent some of my life in Trieneliea? I know whyI wouldn’t remember it. I don’t remember anything before I arrived at Calia and Eamon’s place. The first thing that I remember is waking up on a couch and Van leaning over me with a giant smile on his face.

I have a thousand questions.

The first one is whether they are even my parents.

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