“Absolutely not,” I spat out, drawing my son close to my chest. Knight rounded on me, eyes unusually hard. “I’ve asked you to trust me, just as I’ve asked them to trust you. My friends will not hurt our son.” “I may no longer be Fae,” cut in Fenodree. “But I survived the Shadow Lands for a thousand years. No harm will come to the child.” Trust and fear—two great enemies. The two did not coexist. If I feared these people, then I did not fully trust Knight and his pledge that his friends were safe. I had to make the decision. Fear or trust. I searched the faces before me even though I knew I wouldn’t find the answer anywhere but in my heart. When my eyes landed on Knight, I nodded my assent—I would choose trust. My fear was not totally vanquished, but I chose to lend more power to trust than
