Eighty-four:
Fiona Fallon
There is yelling through the castle.
“Declan, calm down son!” I recognized this as the Kings voice. I then heard swearing in Celtic. Declan, I remembered, did this when he was angry. There were still some parts of my memory that were fuzzy. But the Fiona parts were at least a little bit clearer than the Hera parts. Hera was engaged to a Prince. Hera was a Princess of Coleum. Things that Declan had offered no clarification on anything. The moment he found me; I was Fiona Fallon. There was no getting to choose between the two.
I’d been in the tower, doing my homework. Since returning, my Nan had wanted me to do my schoolwork at home. I stopped the essay that I was doing, got up and ran downstairs to see what the shouting w
