CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT: HOOK
I shouldn’t have come.
I should have stayed with the ship. I should have waited, thought of a better entrance. But I have been haunted by images of this green eyed, black haired girl for as long as I could remember.
I knew Bradley Endless had something to do with me forgetting her. He always does. It takes a thief to know a thief. Bradley steals to survive. The same way I do. I’m not at all surprised he would steal my memories and his sisters.
Emma was beautiful. I remembered thinking she was beautiful, even as a young girl. It was no wonder why the faerie King had wanted her for himself. She’d been born especially for him. A bargaining chip.
I wondered if anyone had really loved her for herself, and not what she had to offer. Or represented. I doubted
