Lilith's POV

As I fixed the scarf around my neck, I saw Dale in the small and broken mirror of our makeshift dressing room. Her eyes glimmered with mischief, but the frown on her forehead showed how serious it was.

She stood up straighter while putting on a brave face that didn’t really suit her. I smiled slightly, seeing how different we both appeared under our disguises and far from the important images we were used to.

“Are you really sure this is a good idea?” Dale asked with her voice breaking the quiet with a sudden seriousness. “I mean the plan isn’t... it’s not good, my Queen.”

I turned...