Aurle tilted her head, looking at me curiously. "I'm not sure I know those names. Are they from... before? And when did you get a chance to find flowers? I think I'd remember if you gave me something that beautiful."
I groaned, pressing a hand to my head. Something was seriously wrong, something deeper than the dull ache throbbing between my horns. Nivaleas... I'd never heard of those. And Elise, I knew, but Tana...? I'd barely met any full-blooded elves. Why did I have a half-elf in my memories?
"Starlight, what's going on? You're trembling," Aurle said, catching me by the shoulders. "Are you feeling sick? I mean, anyone would, living like us, but..."
She bit her lip, frustration showing in her eyes. "Starlight, please, talk to me!"
I pushed her away, collapsing onto the couch, not caring that it was forbidden for slaves to soil the finery with their filth. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be here. I should be with Luke!
