CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
EMMA ENDLESS
When I came to, there was a man wearing black robes standing over me. He had a smile on his face. “There she is. Sleeping Beauty awakes. Of course, that isn’t exactly your role, is it? No, Sleeping Beauty was too innocent for tricks and deception. But she was never the wife of a faerie King. You, however, were. What’s more interesting is that you survived.”
“Are you the witch doctor?” I asked. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with my baby? It was hurting not too long ago.”
“Oh, of course I can tell you,” he clasped his hands together, “though, for Lilith’s benefit, I really shouldn’t. You might do something drastic if you find out the truth.”
I made a face. “You mean…there actually is something wrong?” I didn’t know how to ask without letting him kn
