Prologue
Keira jerked awake, not quite knowing why. She shook her head clear, and glanced once at the baby monitor in the corner. It was silent. Lyn would not be awake now.
Keira lay back down in the bed that she shared with her husband, Zeke, trying to get back to sleep. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard it. A faint cry, no louder than a whisper, reached her ears, but not in the direction that she had expected. The baby monitor was still silent, the one-year-old infant in the next room still asleep. The cry had come from outside.
The woman rose from her bed, the man beside her not stirring, and pulled on her dressing gown. She shivered. The night was cold.
She left the room hesitantly, not sure if the cry had been no more than a half forgotten dream. She heard it again, however, and so Keira kept moving. She reached the front door of the small house, where she unbolted the lock and glanced outside. A small wail changed the direction of her eyes downward. There, wrapped in crisp white blankets and lying in a shining basket – made of pure gold, from the look of it – was a small child. It could have been no older than a few months old, if that. The child wailed again, so Keira picked it up, noticing as she did that it was a girl. She stopped crying and looked at Keira, who was enthralled by her beauty.
Keira heard a shuffling behind her, and Zeke came out. He looked over her shoulder at the child in his wife's arms.
The woman noticed that the basket had vanished. In its place was a piece of parchment, with one word on it.
Rheanna.
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