Rhea Everwood
"I have taken a liking to you," Marcel drawled, and my stomach churned. This was not what I had expected him to say, "Tell me, little dove, what's your name?"
My mind raced. There was no way I was going to give him my real name—absolutely not. He couldn't know who I was. My gaze flickered to Sage, who remained impassive beside me, giving nothing away. I wasn’t sure how he felt about what Marcel said. Of course, he wouldn’t care.
"My name is Lily," I lied.
Marcel's smirk widened, "Lily," he repeated, as if tasting the name. "I like it. A delicate name for a strong spirit, I can tell." He took another step closer, and I instinctively recoiled, bumping against Sage's leg. "Dreadfang Peak, you see," he continued, ignoring my discomfort, "it lacks a queen. I need a woman to r
