“Aren’t you full of yourself?” he mocked. “I want you to come somewhere with me,” I said. Did Barrons know full well what he was and would just never admit to it? Was it possible the king could subdivide himself into human parts and forget who he was? Or had he been tricked into human form, his individual facets forced to drink from the cauldron, and now the most feared of the Unseelie walked the earth with no greater clue to what he was than his oblivious concubine? One way or another, I wanted answers. I was sure enough of the truth about myself to run the gauntlet. If I was wrong about him,
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