Tiana

I need more time to train Tiana, but our enemies won't wait for the young Sidhe Queen to embrace her full power.

At the drop of a hat—seemingly—I became a mother. Not that I'd ever considered the possibility of parenthood. If I had, whatever I came up with would have been far off the mark.

Tiana had opinions before she was born. Ones she was vocal about.

She inherited my affinity for animals, Blake's wings, and his Sidhe royal lineage. In Underhill, they hail her as their queen, which has made raising her far more difficult. If one of us says no, she runs to her bevy of honorary aunts and uncles, one of whom is sure to indulge her.

Between Tiana's magic and her position in Sidhe society, I assumed she'd be a target from the moment of her birth. Somehow, a dozen years have passed. I've often let my guard down—and kicked myself for my lack of vigilance.

Steeped in magic, my wild child gets lost in the moment. I need a few more years to entrain her power. But if I know that, so do our enemies. They will come for her.

When it happens, we must be ready. All of us.