SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING
Hera nodded once, “She was never random.”
I felt something shift inside me that did not have language yet.
I looked up at her slowly.
“Rider does not know this yet,” I said.
“No,” she replied.
“Declan,” I added.
“No,” she said again.
I stared at her for a long moment, then asked quietly, “How certain are you.”
Hera did not hesitate.
“Completely,” she said, “he did not create her through accident or choice, he constructed her through containment and timing.”