CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: ADELAIDE MARCH
We had no clue where Bradley was. He had been shot, and taken, somewhere in faerie. Presumably still in his dragon form. Trapped. With no way of getting out because I wasn’t there. He also didn’t know that I was pregnant with his child.
His son.
Emma was somewhere in faerie too. Going mad with a baby on the way that she was convinced was Oberon come back to kill her. That she wanted to exorcise from her body. And now, Bradley’s mother was back from the dead.
No.
Curse.
She’d never been dead, I learned. She’d been cursed for her refusal to not be Oberon’s bride. What was more, she seemed convinced that Emma wasn’t really her daughter. “I don’t understand,” I said.
“I couldn’t have children,” she explained, “after Bradley, there was simply no
