But I appear to be stuck here and realize the only answers I’ll get are from the goddess herself. I run a hand down my face and take a deep breath before I open the door. I’m met with nothing in front of me. Just the same empty sky. Peering down, there’s more nothing. What would happen if I stepped off this edge?

“Hello?” I call, and immediately, a High Fae female appears so suddenly, I jump. She’s wearing a long purple dress, and her thick red braid hangs over her shoulder while gentle curls frame her face.

“Are you ready for dinner?” she asks, staring at me with a blank expression. Not really, but I nod.

“Very well. Then follow me.”

She turns, and as she walks away, a shimmering pathway forms beneath her feet—transparent like glass. When I don’t immediately follow, she stops and peers over a slender shoulder.

“Come. I assure you that it’s perfectly safe.” Her voice is devoid of emotion, spoken with an airiness that suggests she’s not all here.

Then she continues walking, and I have no choice but to follow. Carefully, I step out onto the pathway. I’m not afraid of heights—I can fly, after all—but the uncertainty of my surroundings is throwing me off balance.

Just in case, I spin up my magic to generate my wings, but nothing happens. My magic is blocked. Is Zerra doing that? I try not to worry about the fact she holds that sort of control over me.

Placing one foot in front of the other, I follow the woman down the path until another building materializes before us. Made of creamy stone, it hovers in the air like my room, with windows on all sides.

We arrive at a set of double doors, and my escort flings them open.

“Her Majesty awaits you.” She clasps her hands in front of her and bows her head.

“Majesty? Is she a queen?”

“Of this place, yes.”

I peer at the doorway before I brace myself and enter another oval room rendered in hues of creamy white. In the center sits a large dining table groaning with food including colorful desserts and drinks as elaborate as art.

Zerra waits at the end, still wearing her sheer robe, hanging open to show off her . . . assets. My lip curls with distaste.

This is vile. And quite frankly, freaking me the fuck out.

“Feel free to tie that up,” I say, gesturing to her body. “I’m not interested in whatever you’re offering.”

Her smile is sly as she sits back and crosses one smooth leg over the other, picking up her wine and taking a long sip. She eyes me up and down, her gaze lingering around my hips, sending a frosty chill trickling down my back.

“Where’s Lor?” I demand. “Why am I here?”