My stomach churned, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
"This might be your chance to go home, Daisy," he said gently. “Back to your people."
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Home. The word felt foreign now, like a place I'd been away from for too long.
"I'll think about it," I said finally, my voice shaking slightly.
Wikh nodded, standing as he gathered the supplies. "That's all I ask."
As he left, I sat there in silence, my mind spinning with possibilities and fears.
Could I really do it? Could I really use myself as a tool to end this war?
And more importantly, would Aiden even listen?
The wardrobe creaked softly as I slid it open, my fingers brushing over the fabric of the peach-colored dress I'd spotted earlier. It wasn't much-short, simple-but it was far more f
