TWENTY-TWO
SHE IS HOPE. The last of my words echoed eerily from the back of the ballroom.
I licked my lips, nervous now that I had to lay the facts—such as they were—out before everyone.
You are doing fine, Portia.
Disin frowned at Carol, who stood as frozen as a statue. “You claim this mortal is a virtue? Do you think us so ignorant that we can’t tell the difference between a member of the Court and an innocent mortal?”
“I don’t quite understand how she can appear to be someone else, nor do I know about the mortal business, although I thought someone told me that you had to be a member of the Court to be immortal, and it follows that if she isn’t a virtue anymore, she would no longer be a member, and thus lose her immortal status.”
The three mare gaped at me.
“I could be wrong on t
