It sounded ridiculous. Absurd, even.
Me? One of the keys that could unseal the wards of the UnderSea Tower? And not just that—I was supposed to sense the other keys scattered across an entire continent?
The thought was madness. Yet the book lay open in front of me, the pages showing the different keys, including Bone Light, Millow Shade, and then that damned poem that pointed to a woman they all insisted was me.
Could it really be me?
The poem didn't even make much sense to me.
The Alpha strongly believes you are the woman in the poem, so just do what you need to do and let them handle the rest, Leika said.
I had already made a bargain, and bargains were chains of their own. Whether Rion's plan succeeded or crumbled into nothing, he would be bound to fulfill his end of the deal. If this turned out fruitless, then so be it—I would have done my part, and that was all anyone could demand.
