Sky looked up at him. His face was bathed in gold from the flickering crystals and his nebula-like eyes were full of desire as they met hers. Sky felt her breath catch. 'He's so beautiful,' she thought.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Why don't we get out of here, just you and me?" he asked.
Sky felt as if she were about to say yes, then stopped herself, "I was told not to go anywhere with you."
Farandell laughed, "I'm your Papa. I'll be responsible for you."
Sky frowned, "you're not my father and what did Vaeryn mean about me not being a golem?"
Farandell smiled gently, spinning her as he replied, "when I was much younger, I made a golem of you. You were around seven or eight at the time. I used to take her everywhere with me. I called her little Kiri."
Sky drew in a sharp breath and stiffened, "how did you know who I was?"
"Oh, I saw well, I saw- we saw you in our dreams."
