Chapter 22

• Bastian sat on the arm of the loveseat. This was unlike any office he’d ever seen. Desks, sofas, a wine fridge, and a target for knife flinging were a few of the things in the room. He perused the rest of the room while he considered what Raegan had just shared. To him, she was the lovely miracle Princess that with her very existence had blown the lid off a very well-kept jar of lies and secrets from his realm. He wanted nothing more than to give her answers. Reassure her, but was stumped. He looked over at his cousin, whose expression said she had no idea either. “I wasn’t aware the souls of your kind had rebirths.” He looked a Troy.
• Troy squeezed the bridge of his nose, “souls, from any realm, are not something I know about.”
• “The man who isn’t one, but all would know.” Crissy jumped up from where she’d been sitting on the floor.