Daughter of a Monarch Read Online Free

me.
    I shift in my seat. “Did you come here to talk or to stare into each other’s eyes in silence? Which you should know, is freaking me out. ” I chew on the inside of my cheek nervously.
    I’m not nervous because of Isaac; I’m nervous because I know my mom or dad will be in here looking for me soon since I left dinner pissed off. I continue to feel the sting of his eyes on me.
    “Seriously, stop staring like that. Fucking weirdo,” I mumble.
    He laughs. When I suspect that he’s stopped looking at me, I look at him only to realize he’s never looked away.
    He smiles. “Sorry. I’m trying to figure all of this out. My dad told me stories when I was growing up about a girl he knew. I feel like I know her because that’s how much he talked about her. The girl he talked about is your mom. It’s all just strange. And then he mentioned you, and—”
    He goes to say more but stops when we hear footsteps and Dad’s loud, worried voice yelling my name. I look over at Isaac, but he’s not there anymore. I use my magic to send a book flying into my hands. I open it quickly to a random page and start reading.
    Dad’s voice gets closer and closer until he’s standing in front of me. “There you are!”
    I raise a brow and peek at him over the book. “Yup. Here I am.” I give him a small smile then go back to reading my book. Well, skimming over words.
    “I was worried you left again. I went to your room, and you weren’t there. I wanted to come make sure you’re all right. You seemed upset at dinner.”
    I set the book down in my lap. “I am upset. What’s going on, Dad?”
    “It’s complicated.” He sits down on the stool that Isaac was just sitting on. I try to channel my lucky stars, hoping he won’t be able to sense foreign magic was here just moments ago.
    “Your mother admitted that she told you a little bit about what we’ve kept from you.”
    “She did? Are you angry with her?”
    He shrugged. “Actually, I am. I wanted to protect you from all of this. I wanted to keep you in a bubble and wanted you to live a life without fear. I’ve never known a life like that and always promised myself that my kids wouldn’t live like I did.”
    “That sounds great, but it’s not fair, Dad. Just tell me what’s going on. Please.”
    “No.”
    “Why?” I stomp my foot against the metal bar on the stool.
    “Because your life is already complicated enough. I don’t want to make it worse. I want to protect you from reality.”
    “Protect me? I call bullshit, Dad! And don’t look at me like that. My colorful vocabulary is more than necessary right now!”
    “A, please.”
    “No!” I point my finger at him. “Don’t ‘ A, please’ me! Tell me! Mom already did, but I want to hear it from you.” Tears fill my eyes. Does he realize how much it hurts me that him and Mom have been hiding all of this from me?
    He rubs his temples and closes his eyes. When he’s done taking a few self-convincing breaths, he opens his eyes to look at me.
    “What all did your mother tell you?”
    “How there were two of her. Mortal and Fae. She said something about her age made them mesh together or something like that.” I stop, trying to remember everything else she said.
    “Is that all?”
    I shake my head. “No, she also told me I have family in Gaia. A little about…Him,” I say, not mentioning Cohen’s name in fear that Dad would pop a vein in his forehead.
    “I see,” Dad says, rubbing his temples again.
    “She misses them, Daddy. A lot. I could see the pain in her eyes. Why can’t she see them?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “Would everyone stop saying that!”
    “No, we won’t, because it is. It’s not something that can be explained easily. Get mad, throw another tantrum, but some things are better unsaid for right now. You have to trust our decisions.”
    I stand, stomping my foot. “Trust your decisions?” I say, mocking his disgruntled tone. “How am I supposed to trust your decisions