watching the queen dozing in the canopied
bed behind him. But she had made no move to
harm him. Not one.
“Do you feel Valg, or Fae?”
“I am what I am.” For a heartbeat, he could
almost glimpse the weight of her eons of
existence in her eyes.
“But who do you wish to be?” A careful
question.
“Not like Erawan. Or his brothers. I never
have.”
“That’s not exactly an answer.”
“Do you know who and what you wish to
be?” A challenge—and genuine question.
“I’m figuring it out,” he said. Strange. So
strange, to have this conversation. Sparing
them both for the time being, Dorian rubbed
at his face. “The key is in his tower. I’m sure
of it.”
Maeve’s mouth tightened.
lily
(lily)
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