Page 13 of Fates Fulfilled
She closed her eyes. “This person you’re searching for—they can’t be the only one able to help.”
He glanced down and let out a resigned breath. “If the myths are to be believed, there is no other.”
She looked at Garrin, her gaze hard. “The myths are wrong.”
No matter what happened, there was no doubt in Garrin’s mind that Lex was special. He felt it when he touched her. If only he understood her ability and how to manifest it. “The prophecies have never been wrong. You forget who sired Fae. Angels do not lie.”
“Theangelsmade the prophecy?”
He nodded. “According to the elders.”
Lex didn’t show signs of panic, but she retreated into herself for the rest of the evening, and Garrin didn’t know what to make of it. She fought so hard to convince him she wasn’t special, but Garrin sensed that she was with every part of his being.
He remained close to Lex, awake long after his men had fallen asleep. Each time she began to shake, he reached over and calmed her with a touch. He managed to get her to eat a few Allon leaves and drink the water he’d melted from the snow, and finally, she slept more peacefully.
“She is correct,” Amund said, rolling to his side to face Garrin.
Garrin stared at the ceiling, his hands beneath his head. “I thought you were asleep.”
“We don’t know for certain that she isthe one.”
Garrin rubbed his beard. It had grown while they scouted for Lex in the Earth realm, and he hadn’t bothered to cut it. It was good protection against the cold. “The only way to hide her among humans was to keep her with our kind at the university. We checked hundreds of females, and she is the only one who withstood my powers.”
“But she hasn’t any magic.”
“That we know of,” Garrin said, and looked across the dome. “You said yourself that you sensed her to be Halven.”
“I was wrong,” Amund said.
“Wrong?”
“I no longer believe she is Halven.”
Garrin lifted on one elbow. “Explain.”
Amund looked at the sleeping woman. “Once we entered the Fae realm, her energy level bloomed—and it has continued to grow.”
“What are you saying?” Garrin asked.
“Lex is not Halven. She is full Fae.”
6
Lex woke slowly from a dream of her mother, where Lex was happy and unafraid…peering into the eyes of three incredibly tall men looking down at her with worry.
She sat up abruptly and scooted back. “What’s wrong?”
“You aren’t what I believed you to be,” Garrin said.
Lex rubbed her eyes. These guys had a terrifying way of waking a girl. “You’re just now figuring that out?” Good Lord, maybe now they’d return her.
“Lex,” Garrin said, and crouched. “You aren’t Halven, because you are Fae—full Fae. Amund says your energy level has been changing since we entered Tirnan.”
Lex attempted to make sense of his words. There was no way she was like them. First and foremost, she wasn’t strong, and she certainly wasn’t beautiful like these men. Not to mention the absence of anything resembling a magical power.
“Search your memory,” Garrin said. “You must recall something.”
She thought back for a moment, then shook her head. “Everything before my mother’s death is either murky or nonexistent. I figured it was from the trauma.”
