I waited. Something about those clever blue eyes told me she’d see through my guise of the humble, innocent human girl the moment I opened my mouth. ‘So there you are,’ she said as she finally lifted her gaze back up to my face – speaking the words slowly, thoughtfully, as if to taste every letter of them. ‘Emelin of Agenor’s house.’ There was a knifelike precision to that greeting. I know who you are, the crystal-clear message between the lines said. I know what you are. Signing your letter as a human did not fool me for half a second, girl. As she was right, I decided not to insult her
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