When I got to the dungeons, I was suddenly nervous. What was I going to say to him? I didn't want to say anything to him. I didn't even want to see him.

He haunted my dreams for fifty years, and almost killed Azriel. I almost feared what I'd find left of him.

I almost puked when I saw him. Azriel had shredded his wings.

But what unsettled me even more was the fact that he sat cross-legged on the floor, grinning at me with a crazed expression.

"Hello, Adrianna, darling. I wondered when I'd see you again. Have you come to kill me?"

I stared at him in disgust. "Perhaps, Haven, you should address me as Your Highness. After all, you were supposed to bring me back to my father, is that correct?"

Haven's smile faded and his face went pale. "You know." He said plainly.

"I do. That also means you have to obey what I say. Does it not?" 

He clenched his jaw. "In all technicality, yes, but we aren't in Hybern."

I chuckled darkly. "No, no we are not, Haven. But we could be. And then my father could learn all about your treachery. You'd die a lot slower there."

Haven's face went even paler, if at all possible. "What do you want with me, Adrianna? Be plain with me."

I sat down on the stone floor, unfurling my wings behind me. "I find this whole situation quite ironic, you know. Twenty-five years ago, it was me without use of my wings, and me at the mercy of you. I was tied to you and trapped in that mansion. Now...we have changed roles. And the biggest similarity, only one of us was in love, then and now."

He scowled. "You think I didn't love you? To grow to care for you? I wanted you, Adrianna. Sure, my motive in the beginning was to marry you just to take you back to Hybern, but you have to understand or at least see that I fell in love with you. You weren't the only one. That fell."

I drew a dagger from my belt. "If love equates to lust in your eyes, Haven. You were kind, yes, but you only wanted me in your bed for sex. I knew you did, even if you said you didn't. That's the only thing I was to you- a bed warmer." I clenched my jaw. "It's ironic, really. Your death was what spurred me on in the Arena. My focus to find my revenge some day. Azriel pulled me from my darkness, but my motive was avenging you. And the first thing Rhys did was give me the opportunity to find and kill the men who were there that night that kidnapped me and killed you. But everything was a lie. I hardly remember that night. It's all mostly a blur now. I was hoping you could explain to me why those men were there."

Haven clenched his jaw, not denying any of my accusations, and I waited for him to speak. His wings sagged to the floor.

"They hadn't been there more than ten minutes when you appeared." He finally mumbled.

"Their names?" I asked stiffly.

"Gallahad and Lance were definitely two. I had the unfortunate deal of having them to come to me. Apparently they were sent by Ravenna to get me to finish the plan, but they went against her wishes when they kidnapped you and brought you to Amarantha instead. While you were unconscious, Lucien of Spring Court came to bargain for you. He was sent away with arrows being shot at him, if I remembered correctly. But, I needed to make it seem like these men were there to kill and rob, perhaps murder me. So, they drove a sword through my shoulder into the wall for the added evidence that I was murdered. The next day, I was given a letter that I was to be banished and must leave immediately by the High Lord. You were long gone by then."

I clenched my jaw. "Perhaps you'd like to know that Gallahad and Lance both had unfortunate endings at my hand. I'm considering getting the same permission for you. It would be a mercy compared to what my mate wants to do to you. But I see he gave you punishment enough."

Haven grimaced. "Your mate took from me more than-"

I glared at him and with a flash of the silver Syphons on my wrist, his mouth was clamped shut, his body flying back against the wall. I slowly stood up, my eyes never once leaving his as I snarled, "You're a fool if you think shredded wings are the worst pain you've ever endured."

My wings flared behind me, Syphons growing brighter and he whimpered as the stone wall cracked behind him as I drove his body further into it. "I was raped and molested my whole life! Because I wanted to fly, my wings were broken and clamped. My ribs were bruised and I was molested. I'm learning how to fly all over again. You took one look at my wings and lied to my face, saying it was my father's magic on my wings. It wasn't. It was Ragim's. You have no idea what that was like for me. Not even the slightest idea. And then in the Ring, for more than twenty years, I lived with the horror in my mind of your dead body! I loved you, Haven, and you betrayed and lied to me in every possible way! You broke my heart. Now, you're going to tell me everything in that head of yours, and I'll break every bone in your body until you do."

Haven ground his teeth and spat at the ground. "You-don't-have-the-guts."

I tilted my head to the side and unlocked his cell door and said darkly, "Perhaps the old, meek, and scared thing I used to be didn't. But I am the Spymaster's Assassin, and I am far more than I ever was with you."

And with a flick of my wrist, his fingers broke. By the time I had all the information I needed, I had broken entirely only one arm. Breaking his resolve was almost easier than his arm.

******

I sat on the roof of a building, looking around at the mountains surrounding Velaris, the city below me sparkling with lights.

The things I learned from him after I finally broke his resolve haunted me to my core. I didn't know what to do with the information, or who I could possibly say it to. If I said it to Rhys, it would hurt him. Azriel- I didn't know how to tell him. Mor, Cassian, and Amren were the same. But what of Feyre? She'd probably tell her mate, and then Rhys would know what I really am. Who I really am.

I wondered if Lucien was aware of anything I learned. If he knew, or even understood, what it was I was going through at this moment. I almost didn't believe it myself. I had to break down Haven's wards myself in order to scan it and find it's truth.

I tucked my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around my legs and curled my wings around myself like a cloak, eyes misting with tears.

Haven had let out after I broke his pinky finger that Ravenna was my true birth mother, an Illyrian woman who ran away to Hybern because of the mistreatment she received in the Night Court. I broke his ringer finger to learn she had slept with not only Hybern, but Rhysand and Beron as well. So, my father could be any of them.

I then learned after breaking his index and middle fingers, thumb, and wrist that Lucien was not my brother at all. He was there that night under the assumption we were blood. But his father is not Beron.

I splintered Haven's forearm and dislocated his elbow to learn that Ravenna and Rhys spent years together before the war. That they had known each other since they were young.

He didn't kill Ravenna because he thought I was his.

Hybern, I doubt is my father. According to Haven, the two had always fought constantly. And Haven was Ravenna's spy- not Hybern's.

That left only Rhysand and Beron.

I steeled my nerves and pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes as I wiped furiously at the moisture there.

There was only one way to find out the truth now. Especially if I am to figure this all out for my sanity.

I stood up and jumped off the roof, my wings flicking out and catching me as I flew down to the balcony gracefully.

I landed, jogging to slow myself down, and came across Cassian and Mor having a quiet conversation at the dining table.

I walked over to them and asked, "Have either of you seen Rhys?"

Cassian nodded. "Last I saw he was up in his chambers."

"I need to speak to him." I say. "Right now."

Cassian and Mor looked at one another, then she asked, "Are you alright, Adrianna?"

"I'm fine. I'll just think of his name until he arrives."

I crossed my arms and waited, and a few minutes later, a disgruntled Rhysand appeared.

I let out a slow breath and demanded, "When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what, Adrianna?" He asks calmly. 

"About you and Ravenna." I say and clench my fists.

Rhys met my gaze, his violet eyes boring into my skull. I didn't let him in. We were going to talk about this. And he wasn't going to get out of it easily.

After a moment, he let out a heavy sigh and said, "Follow me, Adrianna, and I will answer your questions."