thought she should have a chance to live a normal life until that fateful birthday. They also disagreed on the subject of her learning how to defend herself. Her father thought the idea of her training to slay was ridiculous and morbid, and his focus was completely on finger-prick prevention. Her mother, however, thought the curse was inevitable and that it was better to face it head-on. At least some of their fights made more sense now, even if it confirmed Lucetteâs fears that sheâd caused them.
As she walked up to her parents, the air in the room seemed icy, and she imagined what it would look like if one of them reached out to take the otherâs hand. Better yet, what if both of them reached out at the same time, then turned to smile at each other as their hands joined? The image felt as real as a memory, yet Lucette knew she was projecting the actions of other couples sheâd seen around the palace onto her parents. Sheâd never seen her parents hold hands. She herself had never held anyoneâs handâwithout a glove.
Lucette stepped up to her parents and clasped their hands; at least now they were connected through her. She looked at each, timidly wondering what her punishment would be. âIâm so sorry about going into the woods. It was foolish and crazy, and Iâll never do anything like
that again. I promise I can be more careful.â
âI hope you learned your lesson.â Her fatherâs face was stern. âBut we called you here to discuss something else.â
She felt the tension build in the room. âIs this about the curse?â
Her father spun toward her mother. âYou told her?â
âIt was time she knew.â Her mother shrugged. âSheâs not a little girl anymore.â
âHow could you!â the king bellowed. âSheâs just a child! Look how youâve scared her.â
Lucette scrambled to find some way to intervene. Her big mouth had done it again, and sheâd made everything worse.
âWe canât keep her sealed in a bubble, Stefan.â Her motherâs cheeks flushed. âItâs crazy. If youâre doing all these things now, what do you plan for after sheâs turned sixteen?â
âSo you want to just give up and let the curse fall?â
âOf course not! I simply believe she deserves to have a tiny bit of freedomâespecially until sheâs sixteen. After that, she may end up isolated and alone in the night without having any skills or preparation.â
âThat will never happen if she follows her safety rules.â
Lucetteâs knees threatened to crumple as the full weight of her curse sank in.
Alone. In the night. With vampires. And they wouldnât all be as nice as Alex.
Her mother shouted, âYou treat your own daughter like a prisoner!â
Her father raised his voice. âThe precautions and rules Iâve set up have helped her develop good habits to prevent the curse! You think I like restricting our daughter?â
âStefan, letâs discuss this later.â Tight-lipped, she glanced at Lucette, then back at her husband.âYou promised we would offer her the choice.â
Lucette looked up at the word choice . At this time yesterday, sheâd felt so mistreated because she had to wear gloves, be escorted everywhere, and was coddled like a baby. In less than twenty-four hours, sheâd met a vampire, learned she carried a horrible curse, and caused yet another big fight between her parents. After all that, they were expecting her to make some kind of choice?
A solution popped into her head. âMom, Dad. If Iâm going to bring a curse down on the kingdom, why donât we just leave Xandra? Go somewhere else?â
Her father shook his head. âI canât leave. Iâm the king.â
âButââ She stopped herself. The last thing she wanted to suggest was that their family split up.
âI thought