Emmallina felt tears prickle at the back of her eyes. Oracles collected the history of the races. They didn’t predict the future. And they couldn’t sense other Oracles, no matter what species they belonged to. She shook her head slowly, biting her lips together for a moment as disappointment crashed over her.
“There is no way Bethany would have known about me. We can’t sense other Oracles, not even within the species history that we collect. Prianna collected the history of witches and warlocks. Considering that very few pixies know of our own weaknesses, the warlocks and witches are unlikely to have that information in their history.”
Jennifer nodded sadly, glancing at Connistanterina as her tiny body stopped shuddering and conceded to exhaustion one more time.
“Perhaps you can look at it anyway,” Jennifer said with tears in her eyes. It seemed incredible that this werewolf who’d so recently been human could feel so deeply about the suffering of a pixie who herself had done such horrifying things. Human compassion had always struck Emmallina as rather extraordinary, and Jennifer and her sister Skye were shining examples of the potential humans truly possessed. They were trying to help, and for that Emmallina was very grateful.
She nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
As Jennifer left the room quietly, Emmallina rubbed the ache in her chest as that maddening sense of false hope grew inside her once more.
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
About the Author