"Wait, where would it take us?" Lyra asked, her voice trembling slightly. She clutched the necklace the old man had given her, its crystal pendant glowing softly in her palm.
"The entrance of the palace," the old man replied, his voice steady and calm.
"Do not worry. I will make it seem as though you have been working there for a while. And you, my dear," he said, turning to Reina,
"will be disguised as a maid."Reina's heart pounded in her chest. The thought of being so close to Lorcan yet still so far away was almost unbearable. She glanced at Elena, the woman who had been like a mother to her, standing quietly in the corner.
"You should come," she said, her voice nearly breaking.Elena shook her head gently, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and pride.
