“Go through when you’re ready,” Dalya whispered. “Or”—she hesitated—“if this isn’t what you want, you can choose not to walk through that door. You can go back to your room and change. I can help you.” There was such sincerity in her voice as she told me she’d help me run away. I turned my head to look at her. She held me in her golden eyes. I was shocked she’d offer such a thing, that she’d betray Goll. For surely, he’d see that as a betrayal. Was it for my sake or her own? Or her kingdom’s? What would happen if an Issosian moon fae begat the heir to Northgall? I wasn’t sure of her motives,
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