to look so disappointed. One might almost think you wanted me to be Unseelie, Ms. Lane. What’s your second request?” I wanted him to be something. I wanted to be able to peg him and put him somewhere and quit being torn in half, one moment believing him my avenging angel, the next, certain he was the devil himself. I couldn’t live like this, not knowing who to trust. Off-kilter, I blurted, “I want you to give me the D’Jai Orb.” “Why?” “So I can give it to the sidhe-seers.” “You trust them?” “In this,” I qualified. “I believe they’ll use it for the greater good.” “I despise that phrase, Ms.
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