Madriod’s POV

I swear, Nyla always has the craziest ideas. The moment the words left her mouth, the entire room went dead silent.

“You want to do what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“I said,” she repeated, like she wasn’t asking to risk her life, “I’ll wear Elsie’s face. Freya will think I’m her, capture me, and leave Elsie alone to deal with the dark magic in peace.”

Everyone started talking at once.

“Are you mad?” Seraphina snapped. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“That’s insane,” I added, shaking my head. “Freya isn’t stupid, Nyla. She’ll know you’re not Elsie the moment you open your mouth.”

Nyla folded her arms, looking...