How could he doubt why I would hesitate to eat at such a banquet?
“Aren’t you ever careless?” he asked.
“Always, with you.”
“I want to show you something,” Locke said, taking my hand. “Come with me.”
“I’m not wearing—” I began, but he led me toward the woods.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “No one will mind.”
I stopped moving, horrified. “Who is going to be there? I don’t think this is a good idea.” I didn’t even have shoes.
“Will you trust me?” Locke asked. There was so much in that question. When I thought back to the time before that first note, my life seemed to have been dry paper waiting for him to k****e it.
No, not him. Love.
“Yes,” I said, taking his hand. “For tonight.”
There was a revel near the Lake of Masks. A few Folk cavorted under the stars and stretched out on car
