"I can't tell the future," Penelope said softly. "So I don't know. We all live with some risk of being harmed," she smiled sadly.
"The reason why you have chosen to help create a purer form of fae," he said sharply, realizing that she was avoiding a direct answer. "That is what I am asking about, Penelope. Is it with the intention of some kind of harm to her?"
"No, of course not. I would never do that," she shook her head and backed away from him. "No alyko would do that. It's just… I'm sorry, it's not something I can tell you."
She looked at him with those eyebrows threaded that spoke of how much weighed on her, but he didn't know if it was guilt for not being able to reveal more information or for something else that involved August.
