Morganic said with a sneer. “Let’s get on with this test.” Rhia stepped closer to Devlin, her nerves making her stomach butterflies flutter wildly. This was it. One simple blood test would tell her everything. It would finally tell her who she was. Or who she wasn’t. “Rhianna,” Keenas said as he held his hand out to her. She glanced up at Devlin and he nodded, encouraging her to go forward. Morganic was there with the royal doctor, as well as the twins. Their cousin Baron Karn, Damon, Stefan, and Taron had said they would remain in the grand salon and wait for the results there. Licking her lips nervously, she stepped forward and allowed Keenas to lift her to the exam table. Twenty seconds and it would all be over. Everything she’d ever wanted to know would be right at her fingertips. Of course, that was provided she was the princess. Her gaze flicked to Keenas and Jorel. Neither looked nervous. If they were, they hid it well. They were dressed in the same leather pants they always wore, but today with white tunics, which made the tan flesh of their arms stand out more.
