Seventy-two:
Nia
Inanna had transported us to the palace. All of us. Me, Rosa, and the whole of the Queens Army. The ladies-in-waiting. Inanna disappeared before I could even ask her what it was that we were supposed to do. That was when I saw her. The girl that was sitting on the throne, who looked so much like Emma I might have thought it was her. Except she had a kind of confidence that Emma didn’t have. A swagger.
“Who is that?” Louisa asked.
“You haven’t guessed?” I said.
Louisa shook her head. “She looks like Emma, but….”
“Emma’s daughter,” I said, “with Hook.”
Louisa squinted at the girl, sitting on the throne, drinking wine. “Oh. Oh, I see it. I hate that I see it.”
I shrugged. “Yeah.
