Chapter 165 The Beauty of a Tiger Lily

• Helen’s POV
• The fae glanced around, but we were the only two in this section of the library. A quiet hum emminated from the sleeping machines and the last of the day’s sunlight cut long across the room illuminating floating dust. The place had an eery abandoned feel to it.
• After checking to see we were alone, Russo nodded his head at the computer. “I was going to find a more gentle way to break this news to you, my little wolf. But it seems like the Huntsman isn’t the only one who has an interesting lineage.”