“I must go so I can do everything in my power to stop more fae invading our land.” The dread is visible in their faces, but so is the slow acceptance of my stated truth. I look over at Dommik, my eyes tracing over his features. “Protect them,” I murmur. His eyes flash and then he practically snarls in my face, though his words are only loud enough for me. “I’m going with you, you ridiculous fucking fool.” “But—” His hand tightens on my arm, and he pulls me closer so that I see his whole face beneath the hood. “Don’t. Argue.”
