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time when he was supposedly dead? He shuddered. Perhaps it was a mercy that he could not recall it all. The flashes that surfaced filled him with an unspeakable terror.
    As he approached his mother’s home, he was relieved to see that it was dark, letting him know that Wisteria was not there. For as long as he could remember, she always kept a lantern burning in the window. She hated the dark more than anyone he knew.
    He didn’t know what he hoped to find, but he needed to be alone to conduct the search. He first looked through all of the shelves in the main room. His mother had so many bottles of potions and other strange items that were foreign to him. Even if she had left some clue, it was doubtful he would find it here. Next, he made his way to the room where she slept. As opposed to the front room where there were hundreds of bottles stacked on shelves, his mother’s room was sparse. There was a single blanket on her bed that was stuffed with straw, a round rug, a chair, and table that had a quill and bottle of ink atop it. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a large wooden trunk where his mother kept blankets and extra clothes. He began his search there. As he got to the bottom, he felt a box. He pulled it out to examine it and frowned. A strange place to put a box. He opened the lid and let out a groan. His eyes were seeing it, but he didn’t want to believe it. With a sinking heart, he lifted the pouch out of the box. It was stained with blood—his blood. He’d had this pouch with him the night the dragon attacked. He looked inside, dreading what he would find. Sure enough, it was there—the stone that his mother had given him. The truth pelted over him like a thousand arrows tearing into his flesh. There was only one way his mother could’ve gotten a hold of this stone. She was connected to the dragon attack. Beads of sweat broke out across his brow as a chill went through him. Cinderella was right! His mother had intentionally destroyed his life!
    The world started to spin as he staggered to his mother’s bed. A tunnel of black encircled him, and then he heard movement. He saw Wisteria standing in the doorway, watching him. There was a look of shock on her face.
    “Why?” he croaked, rage causing tears to form in his eyes. “Mother, what have you done?”
    She put a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes momentarily before removing the scarlet cape from her head. She went to his side. “Oh, my son!” she uttered, touching his shoulder.
    “Do not touch me!” he yelled, his eyes blazing.
    Wisteria put a shaky hand to her forehead and sat down in the nearby chair. She began clenching and unclenching her hands. “My dearest, Rushton, I know this looks bad, but you must listen to me.”
    “Cinderella was right! She told me that you sent her to the marketplace … convinced her to get engaged to Edward. I did not want to believe her because those accusations are so terrible.” He held up the pouch, hurt radiating from his eyes. “But to think that my own mother allowed me to get taken by the dragon—a dragon that killed an entire company of men! Good men! Men with families!”
    “Rushton, I prithee, listen to me! I did not realize that Griselda was going to kill those men! I never would have allowed it if I had known.”
    He shook his head. “Allowed it? You allowed your own son to get taken by the dragon!” His jaw trembled with fury. “I have dreams of the dragon, Mother—dark dreams that are too ghastly to speak of.” His voice went hoarse as a tormented look settled into his eyes. “I feel a burning fire so intense that it incinerates everything in its path. Sharp talons that rip men to pieces, and a screeching so hideous that I wake up with a silent scream in my throat, drenched in sweat, the pain so terrible that I can hardly breathe.”
    “I had no idea,” she said quietly.
    He gave her a hard look. “And if that weren’t terrible enough. You have taken away the one I