Page 14 of Broken Star

I’m still staring at where he disappeared when Lysandra opens the door to my room, revealing a chamber that sings of golden luxury, from the massive bed to the flowing curtains that take up an entire wall.

It’s beautiful, but all I can think about is howtrappedI feel.

“I know you’re upset,” she says, closing the door behind us. “But everything I’ve done has been for your protection. For your future.”

Another burst of anger flows through me. Different from the anger I feel toward Riven, but similar at the same time.

“You gave me away at birth.” I cross my arms, refusing to sit—refusing to be pulled into whatever game she’s playing. “You don’t get to dictate my future.”

“The fae realm is built on fate,” she says without a flinch. “And your fate is exceptional.”

“Because I’m star touched?”

“Correct,” she says, and even though a chill prickles down my spine at the certainty of the word, I refuse to let her see it.

“Fate doesn’t justify manipulation,” I say instead.

“No,” she agrees. “But it demands respect. We fae understand this better than most. Because like water, fate will always find its path, regardless of our feelings about its course. No matter how much you fight it, it will shape the land as it pleases.”

“So, you’re saying I should surrender and do what everyone’s asking of me?” My magic stirs within me, the water in the small fountain by the window moving faster in response. “Let the current sweep me away and hope it doesn’t drown me more than it already has?”

“You misunderstand me.” She laughs in that twinkling, amused way of hers, stilling the water in the fountain. “Fighting the current doesn’t stop the river from flowing. But sometimes, if one is clever enough, they may learn to shape the path it takes into one they desire.”

“And let me guess.” I narrow my eyes. “You thinkmarrying Rivenis the best way to shape the current?”

“I’ve lived for over a thousand years,” she says, her voice light, almost casual. “You can deny your connection with the Winter Prince all you want, but the bond is there. As he said, he’s done everything in his power to keep you alive. To protect you.”

“Because he needs me,” I remind her. “For the potion, for this alliance?—”

“For himself,” she cuts in. “I saw the fear in his eyes when your body collapsed. That wasn’t political strategy. It was something far deeper.”

“He doesn’t love me,” I insist, my pulse pounding in my throat, pain ripping through me all over again. “And even if he ever actuallydidlove me, the dryad took that from him.”

“She took his memories of loving you,” she corrects me. “But she couldn’t take the love itself. It’s too deeply rooted. It’s too much of who you both are.”

“You’re wrong,” I reply, believing it down to my shattered heart. “There’s nothing left. I see it in his eyes when he looks at me. He’s not the same. He’s… empty.”

The thought of it sends another rush of pain through my chest.

“Time will tell.” Lysandra’s smile turns mysterious, as if she knows something I don’t. “After all, fate—like water—has a way of wearing down even the hardest stone.”

She starts to turn, but then she pauses, her expression shifting. “Oh, and one more thing,” she says.

I straighten, bracing myself.

“About your… attraction to the Winter Prince’s blood.”

Heat floods my cheeks. “I’m not?—”

“I’m not judging you for it,” she cuts me off smoothly. “But you need to be careful. Because while our realm has no laws against vampires feeding from other supernaturals, the same cannot be said for the mortal realm. The penalty for it there is death.”

She studies me carefully, as if making sure her words are sinking in.

I take a moment to let them.

“So, if I wanted to taste Riven’s blood while in the mortal realm, then I could,” I say, standing straighter and meeting her gaze straight-on. “Without being hunted down and killed for it. Because I’mnota vampire.”

“Is that so?” She raises an eyebrow, testing me.

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