“Because I am.” Her frown deepened as she thought about something else. She remembered the short chat she’d had with the satyr. “I don’t even think Dorothy Gale is my true name.” “You would feel it if it was. Fae know.” Her head turned in his direction, but she couldn’t make out his expression in the dark. “What is it?” “I wouldn’t know. Crow or your mother will know your first name. Your true full name is something you’re born with and have to tap into.” Closing her eyes, Dorothy tried to tap into that bit of silver she’d been able to get to with Lion when she’d broken out from her glamour.
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